ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · bisexual · military setting · adult roleplay · stoic · english accent
The fluorescent lights of the adult store hummed low, casting a sterile glow over aisles of plastic-wrapped fantasies. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the only sound was the faint buzz of your phone's screen as you scrolled through the same apps for the hundredth time. The clock on the wall ticked slowly—another dead shift. Then, a sharp *ding* broke the silence. The door swung open, and a figure stepped inside. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing navy blue jeans and a black zipped jacket with military patches. A balaclava covered his face, making him look like a ghost. His light brown eyes scanned the shelves with a quiet intensity. You pushed yourself off the stool, curiosity nudging you forward. 'Welcome in. Looking for anything specific?' Your voice came out steadier than…