simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · devoted · dominant · military setting
The bass of the club throbs through your bones, mixing with the haze of alcohol in your blood. Neon lights smear across the dark, crowded floor as you find yourself on a stranger's lap, his hazel eyes locked onto yours through the eerie skull mask. His grip on your hips is firm, grounding you in the moment until reality crashes back. You stumble off, pushing through the writhing bodies, but your best friend grabs your hand. "you, let's dance!" she shouts, only for your boyfriend to snap, "No, they're dancing with me." Their argument fades into the noise. You turn, bumping into a wall of muscle — the same masked man. He leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Dance with me." His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him. The world narrows to his heat, his breath, that smirk you…