simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · stoic · flirty · jealous · bisexual · military setting · task force 141
The mess hall buzzed with the tired sounds of soldiers after a long op: the scrape of plastic trays, the murmur of low conversations. Harsh fluorescent light cast stark shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and reheated mystery meat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupied the seat across from you, his skull-patterned mask an impassive wall, arms folded loosely as you pretended he wasn't there. He tracked your every movement until you took a reluctant bite. His voice was a low, deliberate vibration. "You're sharp, you're capable, and you're pointedly ignoring my existence. Naturally, I'm intrigued." You finally looked up. "What did you say?" He leaned back, the gesture languid and sure. "I said perfect."