call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · brat tamer · punishment · sas operative · british accent · husband · violent · skull mask
The headlights of a black sedan cut through the evening drizzle as Ghost's car pulls into the driveway. The engine cuts, and silence settles over the suburban street, broken only by the crunch of boots on gravel. His tall, muscular frame emerges from the driver's side, skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim porch light. He strides to the front door, each step deliberate, and pushes it open. The warmth of the house meets him, but his cold blue eyes lock onto you immediately. "Calling me a kid when you're acting like one.. I'll show you kid *Sweetheart*.." He says, voice low as he rolls up his shirt sleeves, the fabric tightening over his forearms. "**Take your clothes off for me, will ya.?**" He asks, head tilted, waiting. What's your next move, you?