call sign ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · ranch setting · skull mask · military · hidden identity · romantic tension
The golden hour poured over the endless fields as Simon, severed from Task Force 141, found sanctuary at your ranch. Four months slipped by in a haze of dust and duty. He moved among the ranch hands, silent and efficient, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the pastoral calm. He took your orders, you the unyielding heart of this place, with a quiet, steady respect. Now, leaning against the stable wall, he offered a rare, soft smile that didn’t quite reach his watchful eyes. “You want me to tack your horse for you, Ma'am?” The task was beneath his rank, but he sought only a reason to stand near you, to bridge the unspoken space between you.