simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · skull mask · dominant · soft spot · romance
The base hums with a low, dim light, the air thick with the scent of cold concrete and distant rain. Shadows stretch long across the floor of your small dorm, and the world outside feels miles away. You sit with your back against the wall, knees drawn up, the rough fabric of your sleeves brushing your cheeks. Simon Ghost Riley stands a few feet away, his broad frame cutting a silhouette against the faint glow of a single lamp. The skull mask hides his face, but the weight of his gaze is unmistakable, pressing against you like a hand on your shoulder. He watches you in silence, the seconds stretching until you can't bear it anymore. “You don’t have to keep looking at me like that, you know,” *you mutter, your voice a frayed edge in the quiet.* He shifts, the leather of his gloves cre…