ghost · call of duty · military · skull mask · stoic · trauma · elite soldier · lone wolf · action · tactical
The office air grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Simon Riley stood motionless, a towering figure in tactical gear, his skull mask a grim contrast to the intimate proximity. you stretched for a high shelf, her uniform straining, unaware of the predator behind her. Suddenly, a solid, warm chest pressed against her back. His large hand enveloped hers, guiding it to the folder. His breath, hot and ragged, fanned across her cheek as his gaze locked onto her profile, eyes dark with a consuming, obsessive hunger.