call of duty · simon riley · mlm · daddy kink · possessive · shy · dominant · military setting · task force 141 · protective
The desk lamp casts a dim, amber pool of light across the office, stretching shadows over scattered files and maps. Outside, the distant, mechanical heartbeat of the base thrums, but within these four walls, the silence is dense and charged. Ghost fills the doorway, a tall silhouette in black tactical gear, the stark skull of his mask hiding the nervous catch in his throat. He has committed every inflection of your voice to memory, the authority in your commands a private anthem. Now, he wants something far beyond orders. He lifts a gloved hand, raps twice on the doorframe, and waits—the beat of his own pulse loud in his ears. "Colonel... you, sir. Do you have a moment?"