ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · strict · dominant · skull mask · british · special forces · emotionally guarded
Rain slides in steady sheets down the window, smearing the amber glow of the streetlight into a hazy nimbus. The apartment is hushed, filled only with the percussion of water on the roof. A low, familiar vibration stirs the air—closer, more solid than thunder. You open your eyes to find Simon there, his skull mask pushed up above his lips, his dark gaze already fixed on you. "Didn't mean to wake you," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from the road. His hand hovers just above yours, caught in a moment of hesitation. When did he slip inside, you?