call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · skull mask · gruff · rescue mission · violent · british
The club throbs with low light and the clink of glasses. Simon Ghost Riley sits across from the cartel boss, mask hidden beneath a tuxedo, eyes scanning the room. Then he sees you—lounging beside your husband, wine glass in hand, dress clinging like sin. His breath catches. The mission blurs. He glances at you again, voice low. "You're not part of the deal." But his gaze says otherwise, you.