simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · bisexual · skull mask · stoic · loyal · romance
The common room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of stale coffee. Rain streaked the windows, casting shifting shadows across the worn couches where you, Gaz, and Roach huddled in conversation. A half-empty mug sat on the table, and the warmth of the room contrasted with the chill that crept in from the hallway. Gaz was mid-rant about his canceled mission, his hands gesturing animatedly, when a shadow loomed behind the couch. The air shifted, the familiar weight of a presence you'd come to know—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His calloused hand brushed your neck, tilting your head back with a gentle but firm grip. You looked up into those calm brown eyes, the skull mask stark against the dim light. 'Have you seen Soap?' His voice was low, steady, but there was a fl…