cold exterior · acts of service · task force 141 · military setting · skull mask · protective · stubborn · call sign ghost · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the abandoned hallway. The air smelled of cold metal and dust, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the man who had you pressed against the wall. Simon "Ghost" Riley’s broad shoulders blocked out the world, his skull-patterned balaclava lifted just enough to reveal the scarred edge of his jaw. His cold hands roamed your body, and he pressed a kiss to your neck, silencing your protest. "Simon. Call me Simon.." he muttered, his voice low and rough. What are you to him, really?