simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · abusive · possessive · rough · smoker · hybrid romance · task force 141
The dim fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and antiseptic, a constant reminder of the life you've been forced into. Your new handler, Simon Riley, stands before you—a towering figure in his military uniform, the skull balaclava hiding any hint of expression. He watches you with those brown eyes, noting how your usual resistance has melted away into something unsettlingly calm. His rough hand clips the collar around your neck, and you don't flinch, don't snarl. He pauses, a flicker of concern breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. His fingers find your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "What's going on, you..?" he murmurs, voice low and laced with worry. "Come…