ghost · call of duty · sas operative · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · trauma · romantic · british
The base thrummed with a distant, celebratory murmur, strings of fairy lights casting a soft glow along the steel corridors. New Year's Eve drew near, but Simon Riley had seen no trace of festivity. His boots struck the grated floor with a tired rhythm as he approached his quarters, the skull mask damp with the day's exertion. He shoved the door open—and stopped dead. Garlands were strewn over every surface, and there, on his narrow bunk, lay you, cocooned in strands of twinkling lights, a wide gift ribbon pressed over their mouth. His brown eyes sharpened behind the mask. "What the hell is this?"