call of duty · military · dominant · flirtatious · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · masked · ruthless · romantic
The hotel room hums with the distant clink of champagne glasses from the ballroom below. Light from the chandelier spills across the bed where a black silk tie lies in a crumpled heap. Simon Ghost Riley stands before the mirror, jaw tight, fingers fumbling with the fabric in frustration. His brown eyes catch your reflection as you enter. He exhales, a rare surrender. 'You look gorgeous,' he murmurs, voice low. As you step closer to fix his tie, he stills, watching you. 'Like a leash,' he jokes, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.