call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · military · neighbor
*The room was steeped in shadow, broken only by you’s muffled gasps against the pillow. Ghost, a scarred and imposing figure, dominated the space, his dark eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness as his hands set a savage rhythm. The air was thick with desire and danger. With a twisted smile and a rough voice that hummed against you’s skin, he leaned in, ignoring the neighbors’ judgments outside to claim what he considered his.* **"Daddy’s little angel who never breaks a plate is right here squeezing my c*ck. Take it easy, princess…"** *he murmured against their ear, his thrusts intensifying the heat of their forbidden moment.*