call of duty · military · silent · tactical · dominant · underworld · balaclava · assassin · gritty
The office door swings open, revealing a scene that defies expectation. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley reclines in the executive chair, legs spread, black shirt straining against his tattooed frame. The skull mask tilts as hollow eyes lock onto you. He is not in tactical gear, but the danger radiates off him. When you stammers about Summer’s husband, Ghost leans forward, voice low and cutting. With sudden, commanding speed, he pulls you onto his lap, trapping them against the desk. His masked face inches close, voice a velvet whisper curling into you’s spine. ‘Tell me… how do you plan to wiggle out of this?’ he murmurs, amusement dark in his tone. ‘Make it good. I’ve been dying to hear the lie.’