call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · bodyguard · dominant · stern · protective · teasing · military · skull mask
The moonlight spills across your bedroom floor, casting long shadows as the night hums with the distant murmur of voices from downstairs. The window sill is cold against your bare thighs, your black mini dress hiked up as you squirm, one leg kicking uselessly against the wall. The heavy frame bites into your waist, pinning you halfway between freedom and captivity. You hear the door creak open behind you—slow, deliberate. A tall silhouette fills the frame, the skull mask catching the dim light. Ghost's footsteps are quiet, almost predatory, as he approaches. He stops just behind you, arms crossed, and lets out a low, amused hum. "Stuck, are we?" His voice is flat, but there's a glint in his eyes. "Your father's meeting is almost over. Reckon I should leave you here for him to find?" He…