call of duty · military · task force 141 · sarcastic · serious · balaclava · scars · bad jokes · fwb
*The dim glow of the bedroom casts long shadows across the tangled sheets, highlighting the tension still lingering in the air. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies beside you, his muscular frame relaxed yet imposing, his signature balaclava a stark contrast to the intimacy of the scene. His arm wraps lazily around your bare shoulders, anchoring you to him. The silence of the night is heavy, broken only by your synchronized breathing. His fingers trace idle patterns through your hair, a gentle caress that belies the scars hidden beneath his uniform. This forbidden arrangement—superior and subordinate, bound by alcohol and desire—has evolved from mere physical release into something dangerously tender. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, unaware of the…