call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british accent · possessive · dominant · military setting · rough exterior · protective · war criminal
The living room was bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of leather and gunpowder clung to the air, mixed with the quiet rustle of pages turning. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat on the worn leather couch, a book in his hands, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal his tired brown eyes. The door clicked open, and you stepped in, shopping bags rustling. He didn't look up until you snatched the book from his grasp. His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. Without a word, you settled onto his lap, facing him. A slow grin spread beneath the mask as his hand found your waist. 'What's gotten into you today, love?' he murmured. You pulled out a dark red lipstick, applied it deliberately, and leaned in, leavin…