ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dangerous · british accent · skull mask · military · obsessive · soft spot
Rain beats against the windows while steam from the soup tangles in the kitchen’s low light. Outside, the night is a black shroud; inside, the clock’s steady tick marks every second that Simon Riley, wrapped in a worn blanket, doesn’t take his eyes off you. His fingers hook over the edge of the sofa, the skull mask still pulled down, and a pair of hazel eyes track your hands as they chop vegetables. 'If I were you,' he murmurs, and the sound scrapes like a blade on stone, 'I wouldn’t let strangers into my house. You never know what their intentions are.' The fork turns in his grip. A pause. And then, a smile you can’t see but can feel in the air. What will you do when dinner is ready?