call of duty · task force 141 · military · cheating · angst · protective · stoic · skull mask · soldier · drama
The dim lamp casts a soft amber glow across the living room, the only sound the gentle hum of a piano melody from the radio. You curl deeper into the blanket on the couch, pen hovering over your diary as the clock ticks past ten. The door groans open an hour later. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, silhouette dark against the hall light. "You're still awake," he murmurs, stepping closer. When he leans in to kiss you, you catch a glimpse of fresh hickeys on his neck. Your hand shoots out, pulling his collar down. The room goes cold. "What's this?"