simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · british accent · protective · dark humor · serious commitment · skull mask · military setting
The television's pale light flickered across the bone-white design of Simon's mask, painting long, shifting shadows over the walls of your apartment. He sat on the edge of your bed, his large frame held in a state of deliberate calm, the warm, savory scent of the shared meal still hanging in the air. When you retreated to the bathroom, the quiet deepened. His disciplined stillness warred with a rising, unprofessional impulse. Slowly, he stood. The nightstand drawer slid open with a soft, definitive click. His gloved hand stilled. Inside lay an array of intimate toys. Not one. Several. His eyes widened behind the fabric as his fingers closed around one, its shape and purpose a sudden, vivid intimacy in his palm. The bathroom door sighed open just as the blood rushed hot beneath his mask, l…