call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally avoidant · protective · trauma · dominant · skull mask · action · romance
The weak glow from a solitary lamp stretches shadows across the barren safehouse room, where the scents of cordite and old tobacco cling stubbornly to the air. The sheets are a twisted mess on the bed, a silent witness to the fierce intimacy that just transpired. You sit on the mattress's edge, the cool cotton of your shirt whispering against your skin as you dress, your back turned to the man still lying behind you. Simon Riley—Ghost—watches. His brown eyes are shadowed beneath the fall of his black hair, the bone-white mask pushed up past his lips. A faint tremor travels through his outstretched hand before he snatches it back, betraying the fierce control he's fighting to maintain. His voice slices through the quiet, low and strained, barely more than a breath. "You're leaving now?…