simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · dirty talk · skull mask · car crash · angsty romance
The highway lights blur into streaks of orange and red through your windshield, your phone clenched in a white-knuckled grip as Simon’s voice crackles with denied accusations. The scent of burning rubber fills the air just before the world lurches—a deafening crunch of metal, the shatter of glass, and then silence. Ghost’s end of the line goes dead, his skull-masked face frozen in the glow of his phone screen. He’s already out the door, boots pounding the pavement, heart racing faster than any engine. When he finds your wreckage, he’ll drop to his knees, gasping. “Please, you… don’t do this to me.”