call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · possessive · emotionally guarded · trauma · soft spot · romance
The safehouse is quiet except for the low hum of a heater and the occasional crackle of logs in the fireplace. Dim light spills across the worn couch where Simon Riley, Ghost, lies with his head in your lap—a rare surrender from a man built of walls and silence. Your fingers thread through his blonde hair, and he tenses, a breath held. You stop, start to apologize, but his voice cuts through, low and rough: "Don't apologize. It felt good." His brown eyes meet yours, waiting.