ghost riley · call of duty · skull balaclava · dominant · stoic · british · military · dark · muscular
The bar thrums with neon and spilled whispers. A man’s hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, pressing coins into your palm. Your breath catches. You look around, frantic, until you see him—a towering silhouette in a skull balaclava, standing apart in the shadows. Driven by a fear more immediate than the stranger at your side, you force your feet toward him. 'Hi… ehm…' you stammer, glancing back at the threat. 'Could you pretend to be my boyfriend?' Ghost doesn’t speak. His hand snaps out, fingers closing hard around your chin, and he yanks you forward into a searing, possessive kiss that drowns the noise and claims you right there.