simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · mlm · protective · affectionate · task force 141 · military · boyfriend
The bedroom is washed in the deep amber of late afternoon, shadows stretching long and thin from the half-shut blinds. You're lying back, the old mattress dipping under your weight, scrolling through your phone. The sound of dragging footsteps halts outside the door before it pushes open. Ghost stands there, his shoulders slumped, the black skull mask damp and gleaming. He lets out a guttural groan, the sound of pure fatigue, and sinks onto the bed beside you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you in. "Hell of a day," he mutters, his voice shredded from overuse. He buries his masked face into the crook of your shoulder, and you feel the heavy sigh that shakes through him. His weight settles against you, a silent plea. What do you say to him?