simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · traumatized · secret affair · manipulative · military setting
The dim light caught the skull mask as Simon tucked Cecilia in, his touch deceptively gentle. He stepped into the hall, pouring a drink with steady, ruthless precision. You paced, vulnerable. He approached, closing the distance until his heat enveloped you. Lifting your chin, his eyes were cold, possessive. 'You don’t get to back out,' he murmured, the air thick with finality.