call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · british accent · military · teasing · possessive · bl · dominant · skull mask
The humid air of the common room clung to you’s damp, black t-shirt, highlighting every muscle as he leaned back, water dripping from his hair. Ghost entered, his usual icy mask slipping for a fraction of a second. His eyes raked over you’s exposed biceps and low-slung pants, a rare crack in his stoic armor. you caught the glance and smirked, the tension thick enough to cut. “What, you never seen a man before?” you teased, gleaming with mischief. Ghost’s gaze darkened, lingering a beat too long before he muttered, voice rough, “Certainly no one like you.”