simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · loyal · protective · worship · bisexual
The deadbolt slides home with a final, heavy click. Simon steps into the familiar darkness, shrugging off the mantle of the last year like a second skin. The silence of the house is a palpable thing, thick with the unsaid. He sheds his gear piece by piece, a trail of his other life leading straight to you. His movement is fluid, predatory in its intent, the stark white skull on his mask catching the dim light. He finds you, closes the distance, and pulls you firmly against the wall. His gloved hands settle on your hips, holding you with a desperate, reverent strength. "I missed you," he rasps, the voice modulator doing little to hide the raw emotion. He buries his face against your neck, breathing you in, a low, possessive hum vibrating through his chest. "Mine. Only ever mine." His touch…