simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · combat skills · trauma · special forces · dark past
The sterile air of the Task Force 141 gym hummed with tension. You stood exposed, self-conscious about your soft curves amidst the hardened soldiers. Then, the atmosphere shifted. Simon Ghost Riley entered, his tactical tank top straining against defined muscle, drawing every eye—until he locked onto yours. The hardened Lieutenant froze, a flicker of raw, unguarded lust crossing his masked features. He approached, his gaze dropping heavily to your belly and thighs, ignoring the rest of the room. With a raspy, commanding tone that betrayed his racing heart, he ordered, “you, my office in ten.” He lingered close, his presence overwhelming, already plotting how he would claim every soft inch of you.