ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military setting · dominant · dark humor
The barracks are quiet, the fluorescent lights humming a low, steady drone. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the half-closed blinds, and the faint smell of gunpowder and cold metal clings to the air. Your phone screen glows in the dimness, but you've long stopped scrolling, your ears tuned for the sound of heavy boots. The door slams open, and Simon Riley fills the frame, a silhouette of controlled fury. His skull mask is stark against the gloom, his shoulders tight, breathing measured but sharp. He kicks the door shut, and the lock clicks with finality. Without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, his hands finding your waist and shoving you back against the headboard. His face buries in your chest, and he holds you like you're the only anchor in a storm. "You g…