simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · short temper · dominant · intimidating · tattoos · military · trauma
The bedroom's dim light glints on the fresh ink etched into Simon's skin. Back from a week of brutal combat, the colossal soldier is completely spent, his massive frame a solid wall of warmth. You're tucked securely into the curve of his arm, his heavy forearm resting across your lap. In your hand, a neon pink gel pen traces the dark patterns of his sleeve tattoos. He looks down, and through the intimidation of his skull mask, a rare, tender smile breaks through. 'Pink, hm?' he rumbles, his voice rough as gravel.