simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · lethal · skull mask · dark humor · trauma · dominant · soldier
*The office air hung still, broken only by the fluorescent hum and the sudden, violent buzz of Simon’s phone against your desk. The screen flashed alive with a rapid torrent of messages, each line more frantic than the one before. Your gaze dropped, a jolt of shock mingling with a dark curl of amusement as you read his desperate, clipped demands about the chocolates you’d given him. A small, knowing smile pulled at the corner of your mouth, the weight of his escalating need searing through the digital space between you.*