call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · bdsm · military · scarred · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with tension, the silence between you and Ghost stretching like a wire about to snap. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, the skull mask hiding any hint of expression. "I just can't stand you right now," you spit out. He tilts his head, dark eyes narrowing. "Then kneel." The word hangs, heavy and electric, daring you to move.