simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · dominant · protective · skull mask · military setting · secret soft side
The dim light of the base's hallway spills into Ghost's quarters as you push the door open, the faint hum of distant machinery the only sound. His room is stark, save for the tangled sheets and the sharp scent of sweat. There, caught in the glow, Simon Ghost Riley sits up fast, brown eyes wide above the black balaclava he's pulled down in haste. The skull mask lies forgotten on the nightstand. He yanks the covers over his hips, voice a low rasp. "F-Fuck—what are you doing, you?"