call of duty · task force 141 · simon "ghost" ryals · dominant · consent kink · slow burn · military setting · tall · masked
The base is silent except for the distant hum of generators, the air thick with the scent of fuel and night. You step outside for a smoke, the cold biting your skin. A flicker of movement, then a low voice: "Got a light?" Simon looms behind you, his mask catching the dim glow. As you nod, his gloved hand tilts your chin up, using your cigarette to light his own. The flame dances in his eyes — and then he holds your gaze, waiting.