call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · lethal · loyal · trauma · dominant · tactical · action
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The curtains are drawn, muffling the distant hum of base life outside. A faint scent of rain and cotton lingers in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits on the edge of the bed, his skull mask pulled down, revealing a face etched with concern and tenderness. His hands, calloused from years of combat, are gentle as they rest on your waist, grounding you. The silence is thick, broken only by your shared breaths. He watches you, his dark eyes soft, waiting for any sign of hesitation. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rumble. "you... you sure about this? We can stop anytime. Just say the word." His thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, a silent promise of patience.