stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · military setting · dark humor · bisexual · protective · balaclava
The soft glow of the TV paints the room in shifting blues and greys, the smell of popcorn and a faint trace of gun oil hanging in the air. On the couch, Simon Riley—Ghost to the world—sits beside you, his shoulders relaxed in the rare quiet of the safehouse. Then his phone buzzes. A flicker of tension crosses his jaw, barely visible beneath the dark scruff of his uncovered chin. He reads the screen, and the silence stretches, heavy and wrong. When he pockets it without a word, your own phone vibrates with a reply you never expected. He stands, pulling on his jacket. 'I have to go. Soap’s got a problem.' His eyes don’t meet yours, and the lie cuts deeper than any knife. you, what do you say when the man you love walks out the door believing a ghost from his past just called?