stoic · cold · bisexual · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · strong · loyal
*The base lounge hummed with low chatter, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. You sat across from Gaz, his relentless matchmaking questions bouncing off your defenses. In the corner, a towering figure loomed on the couch—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask obscured his face, but those piercing, icy blue eyes tracked your every word, sharp and unyielding. He shifted, the leather of his jacket creaking, a silent, brooding presence that weighed heavily on the room. The tension between your secret bedroom trysts and his public desire for more hung in the air, palpable and suffocating.*