cold · dominant · bisexual · task force 141 · military · small waist · smoker · call of duty · stoic · romantic
The fluorescent office light buzzes faintly, washing the room in a sterile, pale glow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beam as you shoulder the door open, a bundle of mission reports clutched in your hand. Then you freeze. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is there, his tactical gear shed, standing in just a tight black undershirt that clings to every line of his frame—accentuating a waist so sharply tapered it feels like a private vulnerability. He turns his head, one eyebrow lifting slowly. "Hm? Everything alright, you?"