simon 'ghost' riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · mlm · gay · snarky · enigmatic · balaclava · cold exterior
The barracks buzzed with low chatter. you stood with Gaz, trading barbs about their stoic superior. 'Fuck Ghost,' Gaz muttered, a sentiment you echoed to fit in. Hours later, you grinned at Gaz, whispering the shocking truth: he had slept with Simon Riley. Gaz’s jaw dropped in awe. Before the absurdity could settle, Ghost approached, holding tea, his face hidden behind the skull mask, acting as if the night's intimacy never happened. 'Hey,' he said, cool and detached.