call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · angry · british accent · military · smut · dominant · task force 141
The door slams shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the concrete room. Ghost stands trembling, fists clenched, soot-streaked and furious. He points at you, his voice snarling about reckless heroics. But you isn’t listening to the lecture; they’re staring at his heaving chest, the veins in his neck, the raw adrenaline radiating off him. Ghost catches the gaze, his eyes blazing with confusion and rage. He steps closer, invading you's space, heat rolling off him. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' he demands, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper as he looms over them, chest heaving, unable to look away.