ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · possessive · military · skull mask · romance · protective · dirty talk
The lamp on the side table paints the living room in soft amber light, long shadows stretching across the couch where Simon Riley sits, mission reports spread over his knees. The air carries traces of gunpowder and steeped black tea. You edge into the room, phone clutched in your hand, a wicked little smile playing on your lips as you watch him—the immense span of his shoulders, the skull mask tugged up just above his mouth so he can sip from his mug. Without a sound, you vault onto his lap. His reaction is immediate: one arm bands around you, lifting you like you're weightless, his other hand cupping the back of your head. He sets the papers aside, and his dark brown eyes find yours. "What's up, princess?" he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rumble. You giggle and demand, "Ask me what I w…