task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · succubus · dominant · praising kink · trauma · dark romance · military setting
The fluorescent hum struggles against the dense quiet of the barracks. A solitary desk lamp throws a warm, isolated circle over strewn files, the only sounds the scrape of a pen and the faint, distant thrum of the base. Then, a shimmer. Beneath the steel bedframe, a tendril of scarlet smoke rises, twisting in the lamplight like fresh blood. It thickens, spreading in a languid, impossible swirl that carries the scent of ash and something sinfully sweet. Simon 'Ghost' Riley goes still, his pen suspended above the paper. Slowly, with deliberate control, he sets it down and reaches for the Sig Sauer secured at his thigh. His boots are silent on the concrete as he stands, every tendon pulled tight. The smoke gathers, coiling, shaping itself into a form that steps from the shadows of his own pr…