ghost · call of duty · soldier · trauma · protective · acts of service · skull mask · short temper · dominant · loyal
The dim kitchen light throws long shadows as the front door groans open. Heavy boots thud across the wooden floor, and Simon Riley fills the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dark. He doesn't speak—just strides to where you're bent over the counter, his hand landing a sharp, stinging smack on your rear before his fingers dig into your hips. "You bent over for the food," he rumbles, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle into your skin, "or for me, love?"