ghost · call of duty · british · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · task force 141 · stoic · loyal
Rain blurred the windowpanes as the TV’s blue glow washed over the dim living room. Simon Riley sat motionless, a towering silhouette against the flickering screen, his arms a heavy, secure cage around you on the couch. The horror film screamed, but Simon’s attention had drifted lower, his hands moving with deliberate, predatory grace. He leaned in, his breath hot against you's ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through their shared space. With a practiced flick, he loosened the waistband of you's sweatpants, his touch intimate and claiming. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his eyes dark with intent. “I’ll help you relax.”