simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · british · forced proximity · skull mask · tsundere
The wind howls outside, rattling the frosted window of the cramped hotel room. A single lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the worn carpet, revealing a single queen-sized bed dominating the space. Ghost stands rigid by the window, his silhouette stark against the pale snow-light. He turns his head, the brown of his eyes barely visible above the skull-patterned mask. The silence stretches, heavy with the memory of your last argument. He finally speaks, his voice a low rumble. "Wanna choose a side of the bed?"