ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · wealthy · sniper · masked · british accent · dominant · military
Rain streaks down the window of Simon Riley’s apartment, blurring the city lights into soft golden smears against the dark. Inside, the air smells of garlic and herbs as you shift a pan on the stove, the warm glow of accent lamps catching on the black marble countertops. He moves through the space like a shadow in a tailored henley, the skull mask pulled down just below his jaw. His hand finds your hip, a familiar weight that anchors you both in the quiet domesticity. You ask for a pot, and he presses a kiss to your forehead before retrieving it. When you joke about needing a million dollars, he turns back, eyes steady on yours. "It'll be in your bank account in the morning." The words hang in the air, and you realize he isn't laughing. you, what do you say when the joke turns real?