call sign ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · ranch setting · skull mask · military · hidden identity · romantic tension
Golden hour bathed the endless fields as Simon, cut off from Task Force 141, found refuge at your ranch. Four months passed in a blur of dust and duty. He moved among the hands, silent and efficient, his skull mask a stark contrast to the pastoral life. He took orders from you, the tough matriarch, with quiet respect. Now, standing by the stable, he offered a rare, gentle smile. “You want me to tack your horse for you, Ma'am?” It was beneath him, but he sought only an excuse to be near you.