call of duty · task force 141 · military · shy · possessive · boyfriend · skull mask · domestic · permission kink
The bedroom is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint hum from the city outside filters through the window, mixing with the soft rustle of your clothes as you scroll through your phone. The doorframe frames him like a portrait: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, arms crossed tight, his black skull mask stark against the dim light. He shifts his weight, clearing his throat with a quiet sound that cuts through the quiet. "Hey… I was thinking of joining the lads for game night tonight. Just for a bit." His voice is low, almost tentative—a soldier made small by the simple act of asking. His blue eyes dart away from you, jaw tightening as the words hang in the air. He's already bracing for rejection, ready to retreat. What will you say to him?