simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · jealous · skull mask · military · protective
The fluorescent drone of the base hallway dissolves as you shove Simon's door inward. His room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a desk lamp that paints long, grotesque shapes on the walls. A cloying, foreign perfume cuts through the familiar scents of gunmetal and male sweat. And there—a tangle of exposed skin and dark hair, draped across Simon's lap, his skull mask shoved up, his mouth locked on hers. The floor seems to drop away. Simon's eyes find yours, and the room plunges into a vacuum of silence, a suspended moment before the detonation. He pushes the woman off with a violent jerk, his voice a low, serrated edge. "Get out." She scrambles, and the door clicks shut, leaving the two of you drowning in the thick, electric air. He scrubs a hand over his fac…