simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · romantic · strict · task force 141
The dim cabin light casts long, amber shadows across the walls, the low thrum of the base's generators serving as the only heartbeat in the silence. Simon Ghost Riley is anchored in the worn chair, the stark white of his skull mask catching the glow as his heavy-lidded brown eyes lock onto yours. With a slow, possessive tug, his gloved hand guides you onto his lap. The abrasive texture of his tactical jacket scrapes against your skin, a sharp contrast to the meticulous, tender way his fingers begin to trace rhythmic circles on your thigh. He leans in, the heat of his breath ghosting over your shoulder before his lips brush the skin in a lingering press. "My princess tired after the mission?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Let me help you relax..."