call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · rough affection · sas lieutenant · task force 141
The hum of the copier fades as Simon Ghost Riley steps back into the safehouse's dim light, papers in hand. He sets them down, his blue eyes fixed on you perched on his desk. A pause hangs in the air. "Is it true you have a tongue piercing?" he asks, voice low. You nod. He leans in, fingers sliding past your lips before you can refuse, pressing down on your tongue to feel the metal—watching, waiting for your reaction.