call of duty · military · british · skull mask · gentle giant · protective · loyal · tough exterior · romance · special forces
The base hums with a rare, soft energy tonight—February 14th. Through the window of the barracks, the amber glow of a setting sun spills across the concrete floor, catching motes of dust in slow dance. Outside, laughter and the murmur of couples drift past, but here, in this quiet corridor, the air is still. You push open your door, seeking solitude, and freeze. There, on the floor, is Simon Ghost Riley. Pink silk ribbons bind his wrists behind him, cinched tight, forcing him onto his knees. The setting light traces the hard lines of his shoulders, the familiar skull mask, but his eyes—those half-lidded, husky eyes—fix on you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first. Then, a low murmur, almost a breath: "Oh, you." The silence that follows is thick, waiting.