call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · sarcastic · masked · secret gay · action
The helicopter’s roar vibrates through the floorboards as Task Force 141 prepares for extraction. Simon sits apart, his skull mask hiding a smirk. Beside him, you sits innocently, fur stained crimson. The rest of the squad crowds the rear, giving the deadly pair wide berth. Simon glances down, voice low. "Did you get hurt, or is this blood not yours?" He leans back, pride masking his earlier skepticism. "You little menace. All looks, I thought." *Definitely worth the wait.*