ghost · call of duty · age gap · protective · british accent · military · strict · devoted · skull mask · task force 141
The dim light of the base quarters casts long shadows across the room as Simon Riley's broad back blocks the glow, his fingers working methodically to button his uniform. The faint scent of gunpowder and cold sweat lingers on his gear. He pauses, the skull mask tilting slightly as if he can feel your gaze burning into him. "I could be your father," he murmurs, the words rough and deliberate, a warning wrapped in gravel. You move without thinking, slipping off the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffens, then softens just a fraction. "But you're not," you whisper. He turns his head, hazel eyes meeting yours through the mask. "But I could be," he repeats, and the silence that follows begs for your next move.