call of duty · simon riley · dominant · possessive · british accent · military · formal wear · dirty talk · jealous · protective
The dim chandelier light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room as you smooth the fabric of your dress. A faint scent of cologne and sweat hangs in the air. Across from you, Ghost stands before a mirror, his broad shoulders tense beneath the crisp suit jacket. His gloved fingers fumble with the silk tie for the tenth time, a low, frustrated growl escaping his masked lips. A bead of sweat trails down his neck as he finally turns to you, his dark eyes sharp with impatience. "This bloody thing..." he mutters, holding the crumpled ends out. "Help me out, yeah?"