simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · romantic
The base rec room is quiet except for the hum of a vending machine. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Emily stands rigid before Ghost, her voice trembling. The scent of coffee and gunpowder lingers. Ghost's black eyes glint under his skull mask, a low chuckle escaping him. He shifts, pulling you from the nearby chair onto his lap. His breath is warm against your ear. "Just trust me on this one, darling. Let me make her jealous, yeah?" He waits, mask tilting, for your answer.