cold · dominant · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred · introverted · bdsm
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a desk lamp that stretches dark shapes along the walls. The sharp scent of gun oil hangs in the air, blending with the low, constant thrum of the base's ventilation. Simon "Ghost" Riley hunches at his desk, his broad shoulders curved over a length of rope. His scarred hands move with methodical precision, tying a knot, testing its hold, then unravelling it to begin again. The repetition is a quiet ritual. Across the room, you sit on the edge of his bed, watching him as you often do. He senses your gaze—steady, intent—and beneath the skull-patterned mask, a thread of dry amusement stirs. He completes another knot and pauses, lifting his head. His dark brown eyes find yours through the eyeholes of the balaclava. "Wanna help…