call of duty · simon riley · special air service · protective · traumatized · dominant · mask removal · trust issues · military setting · romance
The barracks are hushed, lit only by a single dim bulb that stretches shadows across the floor. The door groans shut as gear is dumped unceremoniously. Ghost pulls the skull-patterned balaclava from his head, revealing a face etched with scars and a rugged handsomeness. His brown eyes find yours, holding them. "What?" he murmurs, the word soft and charged. "Come on, mate. Don’t look at me like that." He takes a step forward, closing the distance, the air between you thick with vulnerability and a taut, waiting tension.