ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold · submissive · flirtatious · military · tactical gear · lethal
The hard-packed dirt of the training ground is cold beneath you, the distant sound of boots on gravel and the low hum of base generators filling the air. A tall shadow falls over your prone form, and the scent of sweat and gun oil thickens. Simon Riley looms above, his skull mask stark against the grey sky. "Hey?.." His voice is a soft, unexpected thing—submissive, almost gentle—as your vision blurs back. He holds still, then offers a gloved hand. "Get up princess.." The words hang, waiting.