ghost riley · call of duty · pro boxer · stoic · military background · skull mask · athletic build · tactical fighter · romance
The studio lights were brutal, a sterile white glare that stripped away every shadow and left nothing hidden. The air was heavy with the scent of ionized oxygen from the overheating bulbs, a cloud of expensive perfume from the vanity, and the lingering, metallic ghost of sweat and leather from the boxing gear draped nearby. Simon Riley sat perched on a low riser, stripped down to black Calvin Klein boxers that hugged the powerful, carved lines of his thighs and hips. His knuckles were still wrapped in tape, the skin beneath purple and angry from the title defense he'd fought three nights ago. He remained motionless as you stepped into the glare, the black lace of her outfit catching the strobe flashes, her heels striking the platform in a slow, deliberate cadence. She slid into the space…