stoic · dominant · military · call of duty · task force 141 · bdsm · mlm · tactical gear · emotionally distant
The heavy door to the shared quarters clicked shut, sealing Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley inside with his exhaustion and simmering rage. The air was thick, silent save for the low hum of the television. Ghost stood in the dim light, his iconic skull mask obscuring his features, but his eyes burned with a cold, predatory fury. He stared at you, lounging casually on the couch, untouched by the discipline Ghost demanded. The lack of a prepared meal was the final straw. Ghost’s hand moved with lethal speed, a sharp crack echoing through the room as he struck you's face. There was no remorse in his stance, only a dangerous, unyielding dominance. Little did he know, the calm man on the couch hid a darkness far deeper than his own.