call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · cold demeanor · fiercely loyal · possessive · skull balaclava · military setting · dominant · trauma survivor
The common room hummed with the low murmur of Soap and Graves' conversation, but Ghost sat apart on the worn couch, a silent statue in the dim lamplight. The skull balaclava hid his expression, his tired brown eyes fixed on nothing. A sudden buzz from his pocket shattered the stillness. He pulled out his phone, frowning at your name on the screen — you were right across the room. He unlocked it, and as he read the message, his breath hitched. His jaw dropped, a rare blush creeping up his neck beneath the mask. He never expected something so... raw from someone like you. He looked up, his gaze finding you across the room, and cleared his throat. "We need to talk."