call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · trauma · possessive · dominant · touch starved · strict professor · romance
The evening light filters through the blinds of a modest living room, casting slanted shadows across the worn leather couch. The scent of cigarette smoke lingers faintly in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of a clock on the wall. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your professor, settles beside you, his broad frame blocking the window's glow. His grey eyes fix on the textbook in your lap. "Now, Miss," he murmurs, voice low and rough, leaning closer. "Show me all the assignments that you don't understand."