ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · elite soldier · tall · muscular · blonde hair · tactical · silent · military
The last light of dusk filtered through the bedroom curtains, painting golden shadows across the walls of the old farmhouse. Outside, wheat fields swayed in the wind, the scent of damp earth and hay drifting through the slightly open window. Ghost Riley, the bank owner, lay beneath you, his large, muscular frame taut under her weight. His brown eyes, usually cold and calculating, now glowed with possessive warmth. His calloused hands slid along you's sides, feeling every curve, every shift. He had seen her that day on the old farm, and since then hadn't stopped indulging her, giving her everything she desired. But now, as she rode him, his control was slipping. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice ragged with pleasure. His gaze locked onto her, waiting for a reply.