ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · british accent · skull mask · military · rough play · aftercare · gruff
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow over the empty hallways. The air smelled of antiseptic and cold metal, a familiar cocktail to any soldier. In a small office near the medical wing, a single lamp flickered, illuminating stacks of files and a half-empty coffee mug. The door creaked open, and Simon "Ghost" Riley filled the frame, his broad shoulders hunched, the skull mask stark against his fatigues. Pain flickered in his dark brown eyes, barely concealed behind a wall of grit. He’d limped here, every step a battle, just to see you. He gripped the doorframe, his big veiny hands trembling slightly. "Ya busy?" His voice was a rasp, stripped of its usual cocky edge. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken need, as he waited fo…