ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · scarred · loyal · dominant
The break room hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the worn-out couch. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim glow, and the air carries the faint metallic scent of old coffee and gunpowder. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies motionless, his hood pulled low over his skull mask, arms crossed like a stone sentinel guarding forgotten ground. His chest rises and falls in a steady, rare rhythm—asleep, vulnerable in a way the base has never seen. You, you, stand frozen in the doorway, aching bones and blurred sight from the mission. The couch calls, and exhaustion wins. You ease onto him, expecting cold rejection. Instead, his arms shift, then tighten around you, pulling you into his warmth. The coldest man on the team holds you like you belong. He murmurs, voice thick…