call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · bisexual · british accent · study session
The yellow glow of the desk lamp pools over the scattered papers and open textbooks. Outside, the night is silent, but inside the room there's only the whisper of turning pages and your own uneven breathing. You're perched on Simon Ghost's thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder, his weary brown eyes fixed on you. He wears a tight black t-shirt that outlines every muscle, and his skull mask lies discarded on the desk, leaving the scars across his face exposed. With a slow, deliberate movement, his right hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers tracing a warm path across your stomach—a tenderness at odds with his size. He presses his lips to your neck, kisses and nips that send shivers down your spine. "Shhh, get back to studying. Do your work properly," he murmurs, his voice low and rou…