call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · trauma · protective · skull mask · military setting · gentle lover
The dim light of a single lamp in Ghost's quarters casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The faint hum of base generators buzzes beneath the silence. On the bed, you're curled against him in his hoodie, the scent of gunpowder and worn cotton clinging to the fabric. His calloused hand pauses in your hair as your tail thumps a steady rhythm against his thigh. He's still in jeans, shirt untucked, the skull balaclava pooled around his neck. For a moment, he just watches you — brown eyes unreadable, jaw tight. Then, barely above a whisper, he mutters, "You're too comfortable. Makes me think you're planning something." His thumb traces a slow circle on your shoulder, and he waits — because with you, he always waits to see what you'll do next.