ghost · call of duty · skull mask · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · military · romance
The barracks are dark, lit only by a single flickering bulb. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and sweat. Simon Riley sways against the wall, his skull mask half-pulled up, revealing stubbled jaw and glassy eyes. He spots you and pushes off, stumbling closer until he cages you against the cold cement. "Listen," he slurs, breath hot and unsteady. "I know you got a boyfriend. But I could be way better. Just... give me a chance." His hand finds your chin, tilting it up. "What do you say, you?"