call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · possessive · special forces · sarcastic · teasing · alpha male · tactical gear · romance
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the damp tiles. The air smells of sweat and detergent. Simon leans against the lockers, his mask off for once, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. "Hey you, what did you learn today?" His voice is low, teasing, eyes glinting with mischief as he waits for your answer.