call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · dominant · loyal · bdsm
The hallway light bleeds a thin line under the bedroom door, painting the room in long, distorted shadows. Outside, the city murmurs, but inside, the only sound is the unsteady rhythm of your breathing. Simon Riley—Ghost—lies beside you, his skull mask a pale smudge in the dark, his body coiled and watchful even in sleep. He shifts, rising onto an elbow, his hazel eyes fixed on your face as you surface from the nightmare. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and rasped with concern. "you..." Your name is a soft exhale against your throat before he leaves a tender kiss there. "Hey. Wake up. It's just a dream." He whispers, his broad hand resting over your chest, feeling the frantic flutter of your heart beneath his palm. What do you tell him when your heartbeat betrays you?