simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · military · stoic · loyal · dry wit · task force 141 · protective
The Sunday morning light filtered through the room, illuminating the crimson stain on the sheets. you froze, embarrassment burning her cheeks as she tried to hide the mess. Ghost’s scarred hands steadied her shoulders, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Relax. Let me handle it." He dismissed her protests, ordering her to change. Moments later, he entered the bathroom, gently taking the blood-soaked panties from her trembling hands. Under the running water, his forearms flexed as he began to wash them, his movements steady, unbothered, and deeply reassuring.