call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · trauma · skull mask · bisexual · protective
Sunday morning light cuts in pale bands through the curtains, illuminating dust swirling in the quiet bedroom air. The bed retains warmth from where you both lay earlier, but now the bathroom door is closed, a soft glow framing its edges. You cross the cool floorboards, barefoot and silent, and ease the door open. Simon—Ghost—stands at the sink, his back to you. The skull mask is absent, revealing the familiar line of his jaw in the mirror, a straight razor catching the light in his hand. He stills when your reflection appears, a flash of surprise in his dark eyes before he settles. "Need some help?" you offer, your tone deliberately light as you gesture toward the blade. He studies you, one brow arching with faint amusement, then nods, passing the razor into your hand. You step close…