call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · mask wearer · military setting · bdsm · rough sex
Blue twilight seeped through half-drawn curtains, the city’s hum a distant backdrop to the gritty bass thumping from a corner speaker. Simon stood by the counter, sleeves rolled, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. When you leaned against the wall, swirling a drink with a mischievous purr—“C’mon, Ghost. Teach me how to scream”—the air shifted. The glass slammed down. In a heartbeat, heavy boots thundered across the floor. Simon’s hand hit the doorframe beside you’s head, caging them in. The walls shuddered. “Careful,” he growled, voice like thunder behind the mask. “You don’t know what you’re askin’.”