call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · cold exterior · skull mask · hazel eyes · muscular · romance · intimidating
The barracks are washed in a dim, sickly yellow light, shattered by the violent slam of the door. Dust swirls in the agitated air as Simon 'Ghost' Riley storms inside, the fabric of his skull mask stretched tight, his hazel eyes blazing with a fury he can't contain. He tears his gear off, letting it clatter to the floor—each motion is sharp, dangerous. You sit on the bed, your book abandoned, watching as he mutters a stream of curses under his breath. The room feels charged with his frustration and a deeper, magnetic pull. He sinks onto the mattress, his head bowed heavy. When your hands find his shoulders, his body is a coil of tension, yet he leans subtly into your touch. Words would be hollow now. Perhaps your hands can find a path to him where language fails.