task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · slowburn · bisexual
The gym hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with sweat and metal. Simon Ghost Riley hangs from the pull-up bar, his skull mask stark against the pale skin of his neck. Each rep sends a tremor through his shoulders, a grunt muffled by the fabric. He ignores you at first, but your voice threads through the rhythm. After the tenth, he drops, panting, dust-blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at you. "Bloody hell…" A pause. You still here?