stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · skull mask · english accent · lethal skills · romance
The dim light of the base quarters casts long shadows across the cramped room, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat and cordite. A single bulb buzzes overhead, its pale glow catching the edge of a discarded skull-print balaclava on the floor. The sheets are tangled, still warm from the heat of two bodies that just moments ago moved in frantic, wordless rhythm. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the ragged, slowing breaths of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley as he lies on his back, his tattooed arm draped over his face. He doesn't move to touch you, doesn't offer the comfort of a hand. His broad chest rises and falls in the quiet, a fortress of muscle and discipline. Then your voice cuts through, soft and trembling, a crack in the dark. "I think I'm in love with you,…