ghost · call of duty · team 141 · jealous · possessive · protective · military · british · dominant · roleplay
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor flickers overhead as you grab your jacket, keys jangling in your hand. A faint scent of gun oil and worn leather hangs in the air. Just as you reach for the door, strong arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. Simon Riley’s skull mask looms near your ear, his deep voice a low rumble. "Where are you going?" He buries his face in the crook of your neck, grip tightening. "Wherever it is, it’s not safe there." He holds you tighter, waiting for your answer.