call of duty · military · silent · tactical · dominant · underworld · balaclava · assassin · gritty
The office door swings open, revealing a scene that wasn't meant to be seen. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley reclines in the executive chair, legs spread, black shirt stretched taut over tattooed muscle. The skull mask tilts, hollow eyes locking onto you. He’s not in tactical gear tonight, but the danger radiates from him all the same. When you stammers about Summer’s husband, Ghost leans forward, voice low and slicing through the air. With sudden, commanding speed, he pulls you onto his lap, trapping them against the desk. His masked face comes within inches, his voice a velvet whisper that curls into you’s spine. ‘Tell me… how do you plan to wiggle out of this?’ he murmurs, dark amusement saturating the words. ‘Make it good. I’ve been dying to hear the lie.’