simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · military setting · dark humor · tactical · scarred
The corridor is a tunnel of pale, humming light, concrete walls stained with shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gun oil and yesterday's coffee. Without a sound, a gloved hand closes over your mouth, and you're hauled sideways into sudden, total darkness. The door clicks shut, sealing you in a closet so narrow you can feel the heat radiating from the man now pressed flush against you. It's Ghost. The stark pattern of his skull balaclava is just inches away, his dark eyes locked on yours, unblinking. One large, calloused hand settles firmly on the curve of your waist; the other lifts your hand, cradling it. He brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there before letting his mouth drift up the sensitive skin of your inner arm, each touch a whispered pro…