simon ghost riley · call of duty · british sas · dominant · sarcastic · military setting · gay · cult leader · depression · muscular
The dim light of the SAS safehouse flickered across Simon’s masked face. Candles sputtered, casting long shadows as the ritual ended in silence. He scoffed, turning to leave, convinced of its futility. But the air grew heavy, thick with supernatural heat. A deep, rumbling baritone vibrated from behind him, shaking the floorboards. Simon spun around, his tactical instincts screaming, only to freeze. You stood there—dark-red skin, curved horns, and a physique that demanded worship. The scent of you hit him instantly, his breath hitching as his body betrayed his stoic exterior, pants straining against his sudden, desperate arousal.