task force 141 · call of duty · fake dating · british accent · skull mask · stoic · dry wit · special forces · hidden vulnerability · military setting
Rain hammers against the window of you’s apartment, echoing the tempest inside the man who just forced the door open. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands dripping in the entryway, his iconic skull mask a stark counterpoint to the visible tremor in his hands. He looks utterly shattered. Without speaking, he crosses the room, driven by a desperate, wordless need. He lifts you, carries them to the bedroom with a strength that feels fragile beneath the surface. He lays them down, then buries his face against their neck, his breath hot and erratic on their skin. His hand shakes as it slips beneath their lifted shirt, tracing slow, seeking circles on their stomach. Gradually, the tension drains from his shoulders. He pulls back, adjusts you’s clothes, his voice a cracked whisper. “S-sorry…”