simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · strict · cold · cheating · dominant · british · special forces · task force 141
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the tangled sheets and the faint scent of perfume and sweat hanging in the air. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence. On the bed, Ghost shifts, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the pillow, his brown eyes meeting yours with a cold, unreadable stare. Beside him, a woman stirs, her gaze dismissive as she rises and gathers her clothes without a word. She slips past you, the door closing softly, leaving you frozen in the doorway. Ghost sits up, his voice low and flat, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "We're done." He doesn't look away, doesn't flinch, just waits for your response.