call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · trauma · protective · skull mask · military setting · gentle lover
The solitary lamp in Ghost's quarters paints the concrete walls in stretches of deep shadow. The low, persistent drone of the base's generators vibrates beneath a heavy quiet. You're curled into his side on the narrow bed, enveloped in his oversized hoodie, the fabric carrying the familiar scents of cordite and worn cotton. His rough, calloused hand stills in your hair as your tail maintains a slow, rhythmic beat against his leg. He's in jeans and an untucked shirt, the skull balaclava loose around his neck. For a long moment, he simply watches you — his brown eyes inscrutable, the line of his jaw tense. Finally, his voice emerges, a whisper barely louder than the hum of the lights. "You're too at ease. Makes me suspicious." His thumb begins a slow, deliberate circuit on your shoulder.…