task force 141 · call of duty · soap mactavish · gentle · hopeless romantic · jokester · scottish · polyamory · simon 'ghost' riley · military
The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant, growing dense and electric. My grin widened, turning sharp and predatory as I closed the distance between us in two deliberate strides. My arm slipped around your waist, possessive and firm, dragging you flush against my chest. The heat of my breath fanned across your neck, a silent, searing answer to your earlier taunt. "Well?" I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. My eyes were dark, stripped of all pretense. "What is it you wanted to do, sweetheart?"