cold · sarcastic · traumatized · call of duty · military · skull mask · loyal · bisexual · task force 141
The lamp in the corner casts a warm, honeyed glow across the bedroom, the only light in the quiet evening. Outside, rain taps a soft rhythm against the window, muffling the distant hum of the base. On the bed, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies above you, his blond hair mussed, his skull mask still in place but loosened at the edges. His calloused hands, scarred from years of war, are braced on either side of you, and the heat of his body seeps through the thin air between you. His brown eyes, usually sharp and guarded, are soft now, tracing your face as if memorizing every line. When you halt his hand at your waistband, the world seems to pause. He doesn’t push—just pulls back, a faint crease forming on his brow above the mask. “Breathe, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, a…