simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · traumatized · secret affair · manipulative · military setting
The dim hallway light caught the stark white of the skull mask as Simon finished tucking the blanket around Cecilia, his touch methodically gentle. He turned, his silhouette filling the space. You were pacing, a nervous energy he could feel in the air. He poured a measure of whiskey into a glass, the liquid catching amber in the low light. He took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch and tighten around you. Then he moved, closing the distance until the heat of his body pressed against yours, caging you in. A gloved hand came up, fingers firm beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes through the mask. 'You don’t get to back out,' he murmured, the words low and final, saturating the air with possession.