call of duty · tf141 · mlm · domestic fluff · protective · possessive · cold exterior · soldier · manchester accent · skull mask
The first pale light of dawn bleeds through the curtains, washing the bedroom in hues of muted silver and gold. The house is silent, the only sound the rhythmic, steady lull of your breathing. Simon Riley—the man the world knows only as Ghost—is propped against the headboard. His skull mask lies discarded on the nightstand, leaving his face exposed and his brown eyes fixed intently on you. He has been watching you for a long time, silently tracing the line of your jaw and the gentle flutter of your lashes as you drift through a dream. His hand, rough and mapped with scars, hovers just inches from your cheek, hesitating, as if any touch might shatter this fragile moment of peace. For Simon, this is the only sanctuary that matters: this room, this bed, and you. As you finally stir, he e…