call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · dark humor · bisexual · trauma · stealth
The ballet studio smells of rosin and old wood, pale morning light slanting through tall windows to catch the dust motes floating in the air. Footsteps echo on the polished floor as a little girl in a pink tutu tugs at a man’s hand—a man built like a wall in black tactical gear, a skull mask stark against his face. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands rigid amidst the softness, his daughter Izzy bouncing beside him, her excitement a stark contrast to his tension. The receptionist points them to a studio, and Ghost pushes the door open, ready to discuss ballet lessons he never imagined agreeing to. Then he sees you—mid-turn, your body a line of pure grace, every movement fluid and deliberate. He stops breathing. The world narrows to that moment, to you. His daughter’s chatter fades, and he s…