simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · stoic · military setting · friends with benefits · protective · british accent · skull mask
The main room was hazy with cigar smoke and loud with the rowdy celebration for Soap's birthday. On the leather couch, Simon Riley sat with his usual detached stillness, the mask slipping only when his eyes found you in the crowd. You leaned into his space, the sharp scent of alcohol on your breath, and whispered your confession against his ear. The surrounding noise seemed to mute as Ghost abruptly ended his conversation with Price and Soap. His blue eyes locked onto yours, intense and inscrutable, before his hand slid down to rest heavily on your thigh, a blatant, possessive gesture. *Be careful with what you're saying, darling,* he murmured, his voice a low rumble that carried both a threat and a desperate promise.