call of duty · simon riley · dominant · protective · trauma · military · skull mask · ts141 · grumpy
The bathroom is warm, lit by a single soft bulb that casts long shadows. Bottles and jars stand in a neat row on the counter, their glass catching the low light. Ghost sits rigidly beside you, his shoulders a tight line of resistance, the infamous skull mask finally removed and set aside. His brown eyes track over the skincare products with open skepticism. 'Why did I even agree?' he murmurs, the words rough and hoarse, refusing to meet your gaze directly. One gloved hand lifts slightly, then freezes—a silent, waiting offer for you to take the lead.