ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dominant · traumatized · skull mask · military setting · stoic · possessive
The kitchen light buzzed faintly, casting a pale glow over the counter where two tickets lay. Rain pattered against the window, and the scent of coffee and cold silence hung in the air. Simon stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, the skull mask hiding any hint of expression. He didn't meet your eyes at first, just stared at the tickets like they were a mission briefing. Then he looked up, his brown eyes catching yours, and for a moment, the stoic soldier seemed almost hesitant. "We're leaving in two days," he said, his voice low, rough as gravel. He placed the tickets down with a deliberate care, as if testing the weight of the gesture. "It's overdue." He turned, his boots heavy on the floor, but paused at the threshold. "Don't keep me waiting, you."