stoic · cold · bisexual · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · strong · loyal
*The base lounge buzzed with the low murmur of off-duty soldiers, the air layered with the smells of old coffee and clean metal. You sat opposite Gaz, deflecting his latest attempt at playing matchmaker. In the far corner, taking up space on the worn couch, was Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His masked face gave nothing away, but those glacial blue eyes followed every shift in your expression, unblinking. He moved, the leather of his tac-vest groaning softly, a silent, brooding shadow that made the room feel smaller. The unspoken secret of your nights together hung between you, a tight, electric pressure in the stale air.*