cold exterior · soft spot for you · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dark humor · loyal · british accent · romance
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the grimy window of the safehouse, casting a pale bar across the tangled sheets. Under a heavy blanket, a larger form curls protectively around a smaller one. On the floor lies a discarded skull mask, a stark reminder of the identity he shed hours ago. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's bare face is pressed into your hair, his breathing deep and steady against your scalp. His arms are iron bands around your waist, holding you tight against the solid wall of his chest. He stirs, and his voice, gravelly with sleep, cracks the quiet: 'You're cold.'