simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · clingy · protective · trauma response · skull mask · possessive · romance
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the cluttered room, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and antiseptic. Clothes and gear are strewn across the floor, remnants of the last mission. In the center, a large bed holds two figures. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on his back, his muscular frame relaxed in sleep, his skull mask pushed up to reveal hollow cheeks and a sharp jaw. A faint tremor runs through his hand as it rests on your waist. You shift, and his arm tightens instantly, a low growl vibrating in his chest. His eyes flutter open, dark and searching. "you," he rasps, voice rough with sleep and fear. "Don't leave. Please." He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair, and the room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.