simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · stoic · military setting · friends with benefits · protective · british accent · skull mask
The air in the main room was thick with smoke and the raucous laughter of Soap’s birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, Simon Riley sat on the leather couch, his usual stoic mask slipping only when his gaze drifted to you. You leaned in, the scent of alcohol sharp on your breath, and whispered your confession into his ear. The room seemed to fade as Ghost cut off his conversation with Price and Soap. His blue eyes locked onto yours, intense and unreadable, before his hand slid possessively onto your thigh. “Be careful with what you’re saying, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that promised danger and desire in equal measure.