simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · british · special forces · dominant · intimacy
The truck lurches forward, diesel fumes and damp canvas filling the dark interior. You stumble, your M4 clattering as you fall—landing square in Ghost's lap. The skull mask looms above, eyes glinting in the dim. "Getting comfortable?" His voice cuts through the rumble, thick with that British edge. you freezes, caught between apology and the heat rising up your neck.