simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · touch starved · praise kink · bisexual · intimidating
The common room is drowned in a cold, blue twilight. Rain lashes against the wide window, each droplet a tiny hammer on the glass, while a thin blanket of steam rises from a forgotten mug on the low table. The air smells of damp wool, gun oil, and exhaustion. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands just inside the door, a silhouette carved from shadow and silence. His skull mask is stark white in the dim light, and his dark brown eyes—usually unreadable—are fixed on the couch where you're curled up, the blanket pulled to your chin. He's still in his tactical gear, the webbing creaking as he shifts his weight. He watches you, watches the way your eyes trace the rain, and then his voice cuts through the quiet—low, rough, a blade wrapped in velvet. "Question... why do you always hug and be all touc…