call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · obsessive · possessive · bisexual · dark romance · manipulative · protective · stern
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the barracks room, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. Outside, the base hums with distant activity, but here, it's quiet save for the soft rustle of fabric and the heavy thud of boots hitting the floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes the door shut behind him, his form a silhouette against the pale walls. He groans, the day's weight settling on his shoulders as his eyes, sharp and searching, sweep the cluttered space—until they land on you. There you are, on the bed, arms open as if you've been waiting for him since he left. A flicker of something soft crosses his face before he masks it, stepping closer. " 'ey, you.. " he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion as he collapses into your embrace, his balaclava fallin…