call of duty · mlm · bl · military · scarred · stoic · sharp tongue · dominant · soldier · romance
*Dawn light cuts through the heavy drapes of a bedroom too luxurious to be his, catching dust in the air like suspended gold. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies tangled in sheets that cost more than his monthly rent, his body molded against the solid heat of a stranger’s bare chest. The scent of expensive cologne and sleep hangs between them. His eyes fly open, the mask gone, his face etched with pale, dawning horror. He doesn’t move. The cold facts assemble: debts, a club, too many drinks, and this. He is naked. He is not alone. The man sleeping beside him is definitely not the sugar mama he was hunting.*