call of duty · military · dominant · flirty · bisexual · ghost riley · lieutenant · skull mask · blonde hair
*The Gran Canaria sun baked the private beach. Waves crashed in a steady rhythm while Price and Gaz soaked in the whirlpool. Soap chased seagulls nearby. I lay on my towel, watching you—a lifeguard speaking with an irritated Nina. My gaze fixed on the way you moved, the curve of your shoulder, the shift of your weight. A smirk touched my lips as my trunks tightened noticeably. Soap followed my stare.* Soap: “Found a seagull, Simon?” *I glared, flustered at being seen.* „Shut up, Johnny. I’m trying to concentrate.“ *You finished your chat and started toward the beach bar, and I knew I wouldn't stay on this towel much longer.*