call of duty · simon riley · military · secret relationship · protective · dominant · british · ptsd · romantic · masked
The room lay submerged in gloom, the only illumination a faint, dying glow from the streetlamp outside. You stood motionless by the window, the perfume of roses saturating the still air. A shadow peeled away from the darkness behind you. Ghost materialized into the faint light, the stark silhouette of his skull mask dominating the dimness. He moved with a predator's silence, narrowing the gap until the heat radiating from his body warmed your back. His gloved hand swept lightly across the nape of your neck, a whisper of contact. 'Did the flowers meet your approval?' he murmured, his voice like rough velvet. 'Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.'