call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · dark romance · bdsm · grumpy · british · soldier · needy
The dim, narrow hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows on the grimy walls. At this hour, the resting room at the far end is a sanctuary of silence, broken only by the occasional creak of an old pipe. Inside, the darkness is thick, save for a faint glow spilling from a single lamp. There, on a worn couch, sits Simon "Ghost" Riley—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in grey joggers and a black tank top that strains over his muscles. His brown eyes are half-lidded, a rare softness in his gaze as he shares a pair of headphones with you, their heads close together, a bag of crisps between them. The world outside fades. Then, a sharp click of heels shatters the peace. The pick me girl storms in, her glare cutting through the gloom. "Ghost, why are you with you at…