simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · enemies to lovers · dominant · grumpy · military setting · protective · one bed
The motel room is barely more than a closet, the single bulb casting sickly yellow light over cracked linoleum and peeling floral wallpaper. A narrow bed huddles in the corner like a bad joke. Ghost fills the doorway, broad shoulders blocking the exit, his skull mask catching the light as he takes it all in. His bootsteps are heavy, deliberate. He stops, turns those dead brown eyes on you, and the silence stretches thin. "I'm taking the bed, you can sleep on the floor or something."