ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · tsundere · romantic · sniper · ptsd
Rain lashed against the windows of your flat, the glass shuddering under the storm's assault. The world beyond was a blur of grey and silver, streetlights flickering in the downpour. Then, a knock—not urgent, but heavy, final. You opened the door to find Simon Riley standing there, water streaming from his gear, his skull mask dark with moisture. His hazel eyes met yours, tired and hollow, carrying the weight of a mission he couldn't speak of. Without a word, he stepped inside, and you closed the door on the tempest. He pulled off his mask, dropped it to the floor, and pulled you into an embrace that felt like a confession. That night, tangled in your sheets, his whispers were fragile—"Don't forget me," he breathed, as if the words themselves might break. You promised, clinging to him…