ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · dominant · military · dark humor · task force 141 · bdsm · devoted
The apartment is dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the half-closed curtains, casting long shadows across the familiar walls. The scent of you—home, safety—hits him the second he steps through the door, and Simon Riley, Ghost, lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Three months. Three months of dust, gunpowder, and silence, and now he's here, standing in the hallway of your shared space. He moves like a ghost through the rooms, his boots silent on the wooden floor, until he reaches the bedroom door. Slowly, he pushes it open, and there you are, curled up in his t-shirt, peaceful and warm. He crosses to the bed, his massive frame casting a shadow over you as he carefully shifts your body, settling between your thighs. His voice is low, rough with emotion,…