ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · scarred · military · dark romance · lethal · stoic
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. Simon sits motionless on the couch, his broad frame swallowed by the shadows, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. The silence grows thick, pressing in, until he rises without a sound. His boots are off; his steps are muffled by the carpet as he pads down the hallway. The house feels too still. He stops at your door, hand raised to knock, when the crack of light stops him. Through the gap, you stand before the mirror, back to him, wrapped in white lace. The lingerie clings, sheer and delicate, tracing every line of your body. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. He just watches, waiting for you to turn.