stoic · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · masked · dark humor · romantic
The common room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The faint hum of the base's ventilation system filled the silence as you sat on the worn couch, the cushions creaking under the weight of the quiet. Across from you, Simon "Ghost" Riley leaned back, his broad frame relaxed yet coiled with tension. The skull-patterned balaclava hid his expression, but his cold blue eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made the air thick. He shifted, the fabric of his tactical gear rustling, and you caught the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat. Without a word, he reached into his pocket, the motion deliberate, and pulled out his wallet. His voice, when it came, was low and rough, cutting through the stillness. "PIN's 8249," he said, holding out a sleek black card. "So, my room or…