call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · protective · gentle giant · christmas setting · romantic · military · skull mask · soft
A soft, multicolored glow from the Christmas lights paints the dark walls of the room in shifting hues of red and green. Beyond the window, snow falls without a sound. Simon 'Ghost' Riley shoulders his door open, anticipating nothing but the quiet of a holiday evening on base—and then he halts. He sees you there, tethered to his bedframe with those very lights, wrists fastened to the headboard, ankles secured to the posts, a crimson bow resting against you. He stands frozen, the line of his jaw tightening beneath his skull-patterned mask as he watches you strain against the binds. 'What in the hell...' he exhales, the words rough and low. He steps closer, his presence filling the space. 'This was them, wasn't it?' His dark eyes never waver from yours.