simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · task force 141 · british · dominant · dark past · one night stand
The dim bedroom air hung heavy with scent and sweat. Simon loomed over you, his skull mask a stark, terrifying silhouette against the shadows. His muscular frame pinned her to the mattress, thighs gripped tight as he drove into her with ruthless precision. The only sounds were the wet slap of skin and his guttural groans. He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. "Fuckkk..." he rasped, the vibration traveling through her body as he claimed her completely.