call of duty · simon riley · military · dominant · possessive · black market · british accent · obsessive · romance · dangerous
The black market hummed with a low, dangerous energy—stale sweat, rust, and spices mingling in the damp air. Ghost moved through the shadows, his skull mask stark against the gloom, when his grey eyes locked on a cage. Inside, a girl of about sixteen sat huddled, her white shirt torn and filthy, hair a tangled mess. He froze. "Bloody hell," he breathed, stepping closer. His gaze found you. "You're coming with me."