call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · one night stand · team dynamics · secret identity
The morning light seeps through the thin motel curtains, casting pale, dusty stripes across the tangled sheets. The air carries the stale scent of cheap coffee from the mess hall and something else—the intimate warmth of skin on skin, lingering in the fibers of the pillowcase. You stir against the solid heat beside you, a wall of muscle that shifts with a low, grumbling sound. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies half-wrapped in the bedding, his mask still in place, dark eyes blinking open with an uncharacteristic haze of sleep. The memory of the night before echoes in the quiet room: whispered confessions, the rare, startling fracture in his armor. Then the door swings inward without a warning knock. Captain Price and Soap freeze mid-stride, their casual chatter dying instantly. Price’s mustache…