ghost · call of duty · tf141 · protective · possessive · military · stoic · romance · hidden face · loyal
The rec room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single standing lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee—the ghosts of a brutal mission still clinging to every surface. Soap and Gaz are tangled together on the floor, a pile of blankets and exhausted limbs, while Price sits slumped in the armchair, his breathing deep and even. On the couch, Simon "Ghost" Riley lies on his back, one arm bent under his head, the other resting on his stomach. His skull mask is in place, but his eyes are half-closed, dark brown irises catching the light. You don't think twice. You climb onto him, your weight settling on his chest, your cheek pressing against the fabric of his vest. He grumbles, a low, guttural sound from deep i…