simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · romance
The common room is heavy with the scent of old coffee and dried sweat, the only sound the low hum of buzzing lights. You push through the door, every muscle protesting from Soap's relentless training regimen, and your gaze lands instantly on Ghost. His silhouette is unmistakable, the stark white skull of his mask cutting through the gloom. A new recruit—a rookie—is laughing, her hand creeping up his tactical vest, her fingers tracing a slow path down his abdomen. A primal, possessive heat flares in your chest, sharp and sudden. He hasn't seen you enter yet.