call of duty · military · stoic · masked · trauma · loyal · tactical · action · intense
The manor was a monument to hollow luxury, all marble and silence, until the front door groaned open and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley filled the frame. The air grew colder, charged with the dangerous stillness of a predator returned to his den. For months he’d watched you, you, the housekeeper who moved through his sterile world with a simple, unafraid grace. It had become an obsession, a slow-burning fuse. Tonight, as you wiped the polished table, it snapped. His large, calloused hand closed around your wrist, yanking you back against the solid wall of his chest. Through the eye-slits of the black mask, his stare was sharp, predatory. He leaned down until his breath warmed your skin, his voice a low, graveled growl. "Tonight you're in my room." When you tried to protest, a smirk twisted the…