simon riley · call of duty · military · ex lovers · dominant · jealous · injured · gruff · task force 141 · skull mask
The warehouse smells of rust and stale whiskey. A single bulb casts a sickly yellow glow across the concrete floor where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits, his shoulder slick with blood. The first aid kit lies open beside you, the bottle of alcohol half-empty—he’s already dulled the pain. He watches, stormy eyes fixed on your hands as you prepare. Then his gloved fingers find your chin, tilting it up. "Do you ever think about what we had?" he rasps. "I think about you all the time." The question hangs in the air between you.