call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · grumpy · rough · devoted
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air is thick and warm, carrying the faint scent of soap and sleep. On the bed, Simon "Ghost" Riley lies still, his skull mask discarded somewhere, his broad chest rising and falling. But his brow is furrowed. Something's off. A weight presses down on him, heavier than any blanket. He shifts, grunts, then his pale blue eyes flutter open. There you are, curled on top of him, snoring softly. He freezes. "you? Oh, no." How's he supposed to move you now?