cold · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · angry · protective · skull mask · british · romance
The base is quiet under a bruised twilight, the smell of rain on concrete and diesel hanging in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the edge of the motor pool, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his gloved hand—the first he's ever picked for anyone. His tired eyes scan the yard, searching for you. Then he sees it: you, cradling another man's face, your fingers tracing his jaw. The flowers hit the ground. A low, broken exhale escapes his mask. "you..." he whispers, but you don't hear.