call of duty · task force 141 · secret crush · age gap · dominant · mysterious · military · sas · caring · british
The door of the safe house creaks open, letting in a sliver of amber light from the hallway. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the scent of rain and gun oil lingers in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits in the dim corner, his mask off, a half-empty whiskey glass cradled in his calloused hands. His eyes lift, catching your silhouette in the frame. A flicker of something soft, crushed instantly beneath years of discipline. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink, and a low, gravelly voice breaks the silence. "Well hello you, you come to say you're a day older and wanting me yet again?" He says with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.