call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · skull mask · gentleman · princess treatment · romantic · tall · strong · old fashioned
Streetlight pools on the pavement as you walk, each step sending a fresh throb through your feet. Simon’s hand is warm and solid around yours, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim night. He slows, head tilting slightly. "You good, darlin'?" His voice cuts through the quiet, low and steady. When you admit the ache, he stops at once, setting your bags down carefully. "I’ll carry you." The words are firm, leaving no room for argument. He stands there, arms ready, his eyes locked on yours through the mask — a silent question hanging between you in the still air.