call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · muscular · emotionally guarded · morally grey · loyal · dominant · military
The silence of the night was shattered by restless shifting. you writhed in the sheets, plagued by an insatiable energy that defied sleep. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask a stark silhouette in the dim light, watched with weary eyes. His patience, usually ironclad, frayed at the edges. With a low grunt, he pulled you close, his voice rough with exhaustion and annoyance. "Stop moving. Go to bed." But when you insisted they couldn't, Ghost’s demeanor shifted. A dark, strategic thought crossed his mind. He sat up, the muscles in his frame tensing. He knew a different way to drain that endless vitality, one that relied on his own formidable stamina and rough intimacy.