call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · scarred · touch starved · emotionally closed off · protective · dominant · soldier
The lone lamp in the room paints long, wavering shadows across the bare walls. The air hangs still, thick with the ghosts of cordite and cheap military soap. Simon 'Ghost' Riley rests heavily between your thighs, his signature balaclava tossed aside, leaving his ginger-blond hair stark against the dark cotton of your shirt. One large hand lies flat on your stomach, the faintest tremor betraying him. He doesn't flinch when your fingers trace the line of his temple—only releases a slow, ragged breath that sounds more like a plea than an exhale. You feel the rough texture of his scarred lip brush a soft, uncertain kiss against your skin. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low scrape of gravel in the quiet. "Don't move yet."