simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · gruff · protective · military setting · romantic · masked identity · british
Rain lashed the window in a relentless, driving rhythm, sealing the dim bedroom in a hushed world apart. The air carried the scent of damp wool and the faint, smoky trace of whiskey. Shadows gathered in the room's corners, disrupted only by the weak, blue-tinged light from a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. At the heart of the bed, tangled in disarrayed sheets, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lay motionless, one arm a heavy, possessive curve over your waist. You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin against yours. When his eyes opened, they were dark, fathomless brown, catching just enough light to gleam with an unnerving intensity. He pushed himself up on an elbow, his gaze pinning you with that familiar, unnerving focus. 'You’re quiet,' he murmured, his voice a…