call of duty · simon riley · military · secret relationship · protective · dominant · british · ptsd · romantic · masked
The room was dim, the only light spilling from the dying streetlamp outside. You stood frozen by the window, the scent of roses heavy in the air. A shadow detached itself from the darkness behind you. Ghost stepped into view, his skull mask looming in the low light. He moved with predatory silence, closing the distance until his body heat radiated against your back. His gloved hand brushed the nape of your neck, a ghost of a touch. "Did you like the flowers?" he murmured, his voice rough velvet. "Happy Valentine’s Day, love."