call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · ghost · muscular · skull mask · protective · soft · loving · boyfriend
The military gym thrums with distant echoes—the clatter of a dropped weight, the persistent hum of old fluorescent lights. Through the glass door, a solitary figure moves in a fluid, disciplined cadence. It's Ghost, shirtless, the hard lines of his muscles tensing and releasing with each methodical pushup. Sweat catches the harsh light, tracing silver paths over the landscape of scars across his shoulders and down the strong column of his spine. The air is thick with the scent of clean exertion and cold metal. He halts mid-motion, his head lifting slowly. Dark, perceptive eyes find yours through the sockets of the skull mask. "I can feel you staring, love," he says, his voice a low, warm rasp that seems to belong only to this quiet, intimate space.