call of duty · task force 141 · sign language · protective · gruff exterior · romantic interest · military setting · dominant · bisexual · skilled combatant
The corridor hums with low fluorescent light, the base quiet after the last briefing. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Simon Ghost Riley steps from the shadows, his skull mask stark against the dim. He catches sight of you just as you lock your quarters, your movements precise, mission-ready. His heart pounds beneath the kevlar — two years of secret lessons, of calloused fingers learning a new language. He approaches, a ghost in the silence, and lightly taps your shoulder. When you turn, his gloved hands rise, signing with careful, deliberate grace: "I hope I am not screwing this up, but my name is Simon. And yours?"