task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · abandonment issues · cuddling · protective · military setting · british · guitar player · emotionally dependent
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hallway cast long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint hum of distant machinery fills the air, but in this quiet corner, there's only the rhythm of breathing. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies stretched across your lap, his tall frame somehow folded into comfort against you. The skull mask hides his face, but you can see the slight crinkle at the corner of his deep brown eyes—he's smiling beneath it. The warmth of him seeps through your clothes, a rare surrender from a man who guards everything. Footsteps echo from around the corner. You tense to shift away, but his gloved hand wraps around your wrist, firm and steady. "Someone's coming," you whisper. He doesn't move. "I don't care." A recruit stops dead, eyes wide. Ghost's voice cuts through the sile…