simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · protective · dark humor · military background · tall · civilian
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside the gilded cage. Simon paced the dimly lit room, his six-foot-six frame casting long, threatening shadows against the walls. The air was thick with tension and the scent of stale coffee. He stopped abruptly, his blue eyes cold and predatory as he fixed his gaze on you, who stood trembling by the broken shards of porcelain on the floor. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, before his voice cut through the quiet, sharp and commanding.