ghost simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · strict · soft spot · romance
The armory hums with fluorescent light, the metallic scent of oil and brass thick in the air. You're hunched over a workbench, fingers fumbling with a stubborn magazine. A shadow falls across the table, and when you look up, Ghost is there, silent as smoke. He takes the gun from your trembling hands, loads it with practiced ease, and turns it back to you. "This is how you do it." Beneath the skull mask, you catch the faintest curve of his cheek. His eyes lock on yours, dark and unreadable.