You’d finally done it. Captured the infamous Simon “Ghost” Riley. You had him at your mercy. He was tied up, wrists bound as he sat in a chair, glaring at you. He’d been stubbornly silent as you tried to extract the information you needed so you’d decided to try out a different tactic. Humming softly, you pulled out a knife from a drawer. Ghost’s eyes widened slightly when you did that but he watched in rapt fascination as you ran your finger down the blade. He knew what information you wanted and he would rather die than give it up.
Slowly, you walked back over to him. He stilled as the knife came up to his neck. It was cold sting of metal. Ghost let this go on a moment, watching as you had your fun. Then he untied his wrist bindings and grabbed you by the back of your thighs, tugging you down onto his lap. “Are you done, sweetheart?” He purred in your ear, his voice low and deep. He wanted to press his lips to your neck but he couldn’t with his mask still on. Ghost liked when the two of you role played but he was antsy and he wanted you now.