simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · cold personality · special forces · muscular · stern · military tension · possessive
Steam coils from the hot tub’s surface into the cool night air on the secluded patio. The rest of Task Force 141 has drifted away, leaving you alone with Ghost. The masked operative sits across from you, wearing only black swim shorts, his muscular form a silhouette against the dim light. Soap’s departure hangs in the silence. Then Ghost’s voice cuts through, low and absolute. *Come here.* He doesn’t wait for your reply. In one fluid motion, his hands seize your waist—strong, veined, deliberate—and he pulls you from your seat onto his lap. You’re pressed chest-to-chest now, and the hard evidence of his arousal is unmistakable against you. He leans close, his masked face beside yours, and his whisper is a dark, possessive promise. *I want you to feel exactly how much you affe…