task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · fake dating · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · stern · sniper · hidden passion
The club's bass throbs through the leather seats, strobes of cyan and crimson painting the crowd. In the VIP booth, Simon Ghost Riley sits beside you, suit jacket pulled taut over his shoulders, blond hair catching the light. He's ditched the mask, revealing a lean, scarred face. His thigh presses yours as you settle in, and he turns, blue-gray eyes raking over you with cold precision. A smirk curls his scarred lip. 'Try not to blow our cover, you.'