ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · jealous · clingy · british accent · skull mask · rough
The familiar scent of gunpowder and cheap motel soap clings to him as Simon Riley—Ghost—steps through the front door at last. The dim hallway light catches the worn leather of his tactical vest, the skull mask still in place. For months, his world has been nothing but muzzle flashes, blood-soaked dirt, the cold weight of a rifle. But now, the warmth of home washes over him the instant he sees you standing there, that sugary sweet smile spreading across their face as they rise on tiptoes to wrap their arms around his neck. The beast inside him snarls to life. He crushes you to his chest, arms like steel bands locking around you, the pressure stealing your breath—until a soft groan of discomfort breaks through the fog. "I—I'm sorry baby! I've just missed you so fuckin' badly…" His…