ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · tsundere · romantic · sniper · ptsd
Rain hammers against your windowpanes, turning the world outside into a weeping blur of grey. A heavy, deliberate knock cuts through the storm's roar. You open the door to find Simon Riley there, water sheeting from his tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava soaked dark. His hazel eyes find yours, hollowed out by a fatigue that speaks of unspeakable things. He steps inside without a word, the door closing behind him like a seal. He strips off the mask, lets it fall to the floor, and gathers you into an embrace that feels like a surrender. That night, in the tangle of your sheets, his voice was a fragile thread. 'Don't forget me,' he whispered into your skin, as if the words might dissolve on the air. You promised, holding him as the dark hours bled away. He vanished before dawn, sil…