call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · dominant · protective · military setting · rough intimacy · hidden soft spot
Shadows cling to the barracks courtyard, broken only by a sliver of moon painting silver threads across the cobblestones. The air smells of wet stone and far-off fuel. A slow, uneven click of boots breaks the quiet—a wide, careful stride that gives him away. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the thin light, his skull-masked face impassive, but his body tells another story: legs set apart, movement stiff with concealed pain. A faint metallic jingle escapes with each step. He sees you leaning against a pillar, the glow of your vape lighting a knowing look on your face. His jaw hardens; muscles tense beneath the black fabric of his turtleneck. He quickens his pace, boots scraping stone, and as he passes, his eyes lock onto yours—a sharp, silent warning. “Not a word,” he growls, voice lo…