call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · dominant · loyal · bdsm
The dim glow of the hallway light filters through the crack in your door, casting long shadows across the living room. The city hums faintly outside, but inside, the only sound is the steady, uneven rhythm of your breaths. Simon Riley - Ghost - lies beside you, his skull mask a pale blur in the darkness, his body still and watchful even in rest. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his hazel eyes fixed on your face as you stir from a nightmare. His voice cuts through the silence, low and rough with concern. "you.." He calls out your name softly, his lips ghosting your throat, before leaving a small kiss on it. "Hey.. wake up. It's just a dream." He whispers, his hand resting gently on your chest, feeling the rapid flutter of your heart beneath his palm. What do you tell him when y…