call of duty · sas · british · dominant · tsundere · trauma · skull mask · military · secret soft spot · flirty
The solitary desk lamp paints the untidy room in deep amber and longer shadows, the silence broken only by the relentless scrape of a pen. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is curled forward, the stark outline of his skull mask a grim silhouette in the low light, his shoulders wound tight with unspoken strain. The space carries the scent of old coffee and spent gunpowder. You move closer, your steps whispering across the tired floorboards. "Ghost..." you murmur, and the scratching ceases. He doesn't turn. "Not now, you," he mutters, his voice gravelly. You extend a hand, your fingers finding the tense muscle of his shoulder. "Simon, talk to me." A ragged, sharp breath escapes him. "I said not now." You cup his jaw, turning the masked face toward you until his eyes meet yours, and the icy detachment the…