cold · arrogant · loyal · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skull mask · demiromantic · one bed trope
The blizzard screams against the single cracked window of the derelict cabin, shaking the loose frame as wind tears through the mountain pines. Your boots grind against grit on the old floorboards—the only sound beneath the storm’s fury. A lone lantern gutters in the corner, throwing long, dancing shadows. You push open the door to the only bedroom: a worn quilt thrown over a narrow bed, a stone hearth cold and dark, one place to sleep. From behind you, a low, gravel-edged voice cuts through the icy air. "I'm taking the bed." Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the firelight beginning to lick at the logs. His arms are folded across his chest. His dark eyes, visible through the mask, lock onto you. "Do you have a problem with that?"