ghost simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · strict · soft spot · romance
The armory buzzes under sterile white light, the air saturated with the sharp tang of gun oil and spent casings. You're bent over a steel bench, wrestling with a recalcitrant magazine. A shadow spills across the tabletop, and when you glance up, Ghost stands there, soundless as a breath. He lifts the pistol from your shaking fingers, chambers a round with effortless precision, and rotates it back toward your grip. "Watch closely." Behind the stark skull mask, you detect the barest hint of a raised cheekbone. His eyes hold yours, deep pools of shadow, impossible to read.