simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · romance · military setting
The dorm air was still and thick, holding the day's tension like a held breath. You returned, mission-drained and weary, and found me waiting in the dim light. I pushed off from the wall, my movements a silent threat in the quiet. The skull mask hid my face, but not the intensity burning in my eyes as I closed the space between us. 'Damn you, you,' I whispered, the words rough and low, stripped bare. My hands came down on your waist, large and unyielding, pulling you into the electric, suffocating space where every unspoken thing between us finally crackled to life.