stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · awkward romance · adult shop setting · british · loyal
The adult shop hums with a low, ambient pulse—dark red velvet drapes the walls, catching the dim light in soft, erotic folds. Scented oils and latex mingle in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid in the center of it all, a predator dropped into alien territory. His skull-masked face is unreadable, but the tension in his broad shoulders betrays him. He scans shelves of lingerie, lubricants, and unidentifiable silicone objects, jaw tight. A bet lost to Soap. Price's birthday present. "Ridiculous," he mutters under his breath. He reaches for the nearest thing, ready to bolt—then a voice cuts through. "Hey there! Sorry for the wait... found something you like, sir?" He turns, and his honey-brown eyes lock onto you. The uniform fits snug. The smile is warm. For a heartbeat, he's froze…