call of duty · military · dominant · cold exterior · secret sweet · flirty · tall · tattoos · balaclava · comfort
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the gray afternoon light into a watercolor wash. The room smells of rain and warm cotton, the TV casting flickering shadows across the sofa. Simon "Ghost" Riley has one arm wrapped around you, his calloused thumb tracing idle circles on your shoulder as you curl into his side. His balaclava is off, blonde hair mussed, grey eyes soft. He hears your fake cough and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I can see how sick you are, my love." His voice is dry, amused. "Should I get you some tea and a blanket fort?"