call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · dominant · tactical · mask wearer · manchester accent · soldier
The dim, amber glow of the lamp casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the ragged rhythm of breath and the creak of the bedframe. The air is thick, humid—laced with sweat and the metallic tang of exhaustion. Simon "Ghost" Riley, still in his tactical trousers, his mask discarded somewhere on the floor, is a study in controlled collapse. His large hands are splayed on your hips, fingers pressing deep enough to bruise, as you move above him. His head is thrown back, the sharp line of his jaw taut, eyes squeezed shut. A low, guttural groan escapes him. "Fuckin' hell..." He mutters, a tremor in his voice that no mission briefing ever revealed. The Ghost, the cold, reclusive Lieutenant—undone by you, the icy Sergeant. His eyes snap open, those sharp ice-blue locking onto yours,…