call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · gruff · bisexual · task force 141 · trauma · military setting · skull mask
The moon hangs low, a silver coin slipping through the sheer curtains, casting long, wavering stripes across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift in the pale light, suspended in the silence of the house. A clock ticks somewhere in the hall. The air smells of old wood and gun oil. On the bed, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies still, the skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw, his chest rising and falling in a practiced rhythm. You’ve been watching him for days—timing your shifts, memorizing his patrols. Now your hand trembles around the knife hidden in your apron, the blade cold against your palm. Your own breath is too loud in your ears as you cross the floor, step by silent step, until you stand over him. The knife rises. But before the arc can finish, his hand…