ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective · possessive · trauma · military · rescue romance · dominant · british accent
Rain hammers against the brothel windows, a monotonous rhythm that barely masks the whispers and stifled laughter from the other side of the door. The smell of cheap tobacco and sweat mingles with the scent of bargain-bin perfume on the sheets, but everything changed that night when an imposing figure, dressed in black and wearing a skull mask, crossed the threshold. His brown eyes, weary but intense, found you in the gloom. Without a word, he took your arm and led you to his car, an armored vehicle that smelled of leather and gunpowder. Now you stand in his living room, facing him, illuminated only by a single dim lamp. His low voice breaks the silence. "Don't take your clothes off. It's not necessary because I brought you here to talk, not to fuck, you. Listen, I'm going to be clear. I…