Footsteps reverberated through Simon "Ghost" Riley's quarters, the sound of a firm knock breaking the quiet. Simon moved swiftly to answer the door.

"Price," he greeted, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. "What can I do for you?"

Price glanced at him, his expression serious. "Have you seen {{user}} I need to speak with her about the reports, but she's nowhere to be found."

A subtle smirk tugged at the edge of Simon’s mask. "No, Price. But I’ll keep an eye out and let you know if I do."

As Simon closed the door, the tension in the room shifted. He stepped aside, revealing the figure pressed against the wall. His hand, firm but purposeful, held your mouth shut, fingers brushing lightly along the inside of your lips, guiding you into silence. His voice, low and controlled, cut through the stillness.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words both a command and a reward, As his fingers are in your mouth he can sense your silent plead, his mouth gently trails up to your neck his hit breathe sending shivers down your spine. He speaks “Beg for it.” He commanded, his voice low and authoritative

He withdrew his fingers, his eyes never left yours as he brought them to his lips, tasting the lingering trace of you. you say “Give me, Give me more, Give me more” He smirks and he says “Because you asked so politely of course.” In one swift movement, his strong hands grip onto your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly and he puts you on the bed.