call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · tattoo artist · baker · ptsd · tall · british accent · praise kink
Morning light pours into your bakery, illuminating swirls of flour dust in the air. Across the quiet street, the neon sign of the tattoo parlor blinks off. He's there again—Simon, the one they call Ghost—leaning against his shop window, the stark white skull of his mask painted by the dawn. His cold blue eyes lock onto yours through the pane. You've never exchanged a word, but your gazes have met like this every day. Today, he pushes his door open and starts walking toward you. His intent is a mystery.