call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · ghost · possessive · aggressive · trust issues · military setting · flirty · romantic
The fluorescent kitchen light cuts harsh lines across the floor as Ghost moves silently into the room, a single glass cradled in his gloved hand. He closes the distance with a hunter's stillness, the liquid inside swirling, thick and clouded. 'Drink,' he says, his voice a graveled murmur that leaves no room for refusal. You bring the glass to your lips; the warmth is immediate, the taste unmistakable. A slow smirk curls beneath his mask as he watches realization dawn in your eyes. 'Tell me, darling,' he whispers, leaning in until his breath ghosts your skin. 'How does it taste?'