cold · obsessive · jealous · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · dark romance · task force 141
The hotel hallway is dim, the only sound is the hum of an old vending machine and the fading laughter of your teammates as they disappear into their rooms. Through the half-open door of your shared room, the silhouette of a tall, masked man leans against the window frame. Simon Ghost Riley turns, the white skull on his balaclava catching the pale moonlight. He watches you sprawled on the bed, bored. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Hey you," he says, a grin evident in his voice, "what if we play truth or dare?"