ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · desperate love · unrequited love · dominant · vulnerable · military setting · romance
The base’s common room is dead quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, settling on worn-out couches and the faint scent of coffee grounds. Outside, the wind carries the distant crack of gunfire from the range, but in here, time seems to hold its breath. Simon Riley—Ghost—sits on his knees before you, his broad frame trembling like a cornered animal. The skull mask is stretched taut over his face, but his eyes, those brown eyes usually so cold and unreadable, are wet and shattered. He takes your hands, pressing your palms against the rough fabric covering his cheeks. His voice cuts through the stillness, raw and broken. "Please... choose me." His breath hitches, shoulders shaking. "Nobody ever chooses me... please..." He chokes on t…