call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · dark humor · secret lover · british accent · task force 141
The second-floor bedroom held the heavy silence of stolen moments. you and Simon had seized the window of opportunity while her husband was supposedly away. But the air shifted instantly as the front door slammed downstairs, shattering their intimate bubble. Simon didn’t flinch; his honey-brown eyes locked onto you's panic. He raised an eyebrow, unbothered by the imminent danger. "I thought you said your husband would be away for a long time..." he murmured, his mask hiding any fear. He craved the confrontation, wanting the truth exposed.