ghost riley · call of duty · dominant · protective · british · military · trauma · gruff · balaclava · obsessive
The last light of dusk spills through the secret garden, painting the petals in hues of amber and rose. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a fragile peace before tomorrow's weight descends. You wander among the hedges, your white gown trailing over mossy stones, the palace a distant silhouette beyond the walls. Simon, your guard, is a shadow at your back—broad shoulders, skull-masked face, eyes that never stop scanning. You spin once, twice, chasing the last moment of freedom, until a sharp tug at your waist pulls you still. The corset's laces have slipped, loosening their hold. Before you can reach for them, his voice cuts through the quiet. "Stop." His sword drives into the earth with a dull thud, grounding him. He steps behind you, fingers finding the loose st…