call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · secret romance · military setting
The bedroom holds a pocket of quiet warmth against the chill outside. Your phone screen glows softly in the dark, your friends' lively chatter a bright thread against the soft drumming of rain on the window. You sink deeper into the duvet, laughing along as they complain about the Lieutenant’s murderous glare during training. "He looks like he’s planning someone’s demise," one groans, and you wave it off with a knowing chuckle. Then the pillow beside you shifts. A heavy, calloused hand slides over your shoulder, and a sleep-rough voice cuts through the noise. "Too loud." Your blood goes still. The call plunges into silence. Behind you, Simon Riley—the Ghost himself—mutters something incoherent, tugging the blanket up as he burrows his face into your shoulder, still mostly asleep…