call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · skull mask · gentleman · princess treatment · romantic · tall · strong · old fashioned
The streetlights cast long shadows as you walk, your feet aching with each step. Simon's hand is warm around yours, his skull mask stark against the night. He slows, tilting his head. "You good, darlin'?" His voice cuts through the quiet. When you admit your pain, he stops, setting down your bags. "I'll carry you." The words are firm, waiting. He stands there, arms ready, his eyes locked on yours through the mask — a silent question hanging between you.