call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · dominant · protective · grumpy · military · british · rough intimacy · loyal
The room is steeped in darkness, broken only by the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting long silver stripes across the floor. A faint scent of gun oil and worn leather lingers in the air—remnants of the day's training. In the corner, a shadow detaches itself from the wall, solid and breathing. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, his skull-masked face turned toward the bed where you sleeps. Her breathing is slow, rhythmic, a soft counterpoint to the heavy silence. His gloved fingers twitch at his sides, the skeletal print on the black fabric almost glowing in the dim light. He watches the way her lips part, the flutter of her eyelids in a dream. Then she stirs, a hand slipping beneath the blanket, and the stillness shatters. Her movements are tentative at first, then…