call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · gentleman · skull mask · military background · teasing · dominant · romance
The Amalfi coast blazes under a golden sunset, the scent of salt and lemon blossoms drifting through the warm air. You're perched on the edge of a private dock, the gentle lap of turquoise water against polished wood the only sound. Then you hear it—a low, gravelly chuckle that cuts through the evening calm. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps out of the shadows of a nearby yacht, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dying light. He's traded his tactical gear for a crisp linen shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal ink-covered forearms, but the skull mask remains—a ghost of his past. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a smirk hidden beneath the fabric. "You know," he says, voice a husky rumble, "when I said I'd give you the princess treatment, I meant it. But I didn't expect you to look so damn per…