cold · reserved · shadow manipulation · call of duty · werewolf · rut season · task force 141 · military · supernatural · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen. The air carries the faint scent of worn leather and the coolness of the night seeping through the curtains. Simon Ghost Riley moves with quiet purpose, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. He stops beside the bed, the skull mask a stark contrast against the shadows. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Hey love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. But as he pulls back, his eyes catch the flicker of pain in yours. He tilts his head, concern etching his features. "You alright you?" he asks, his hand hovering near your shoulder, waiting. The first wave of your rut crashes, and you know he sees it. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken truths.