ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · desperate love · unrequited love · dominant · vulnerable · military setting · romance
The common room of the base is silent save for the low hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust drifts in the pale glow, settling on worn couches and the stale scent of old coffee grounds. Outside, wind carries the distant, rhythmic crack of gunfire from the range, but inside, the air feels suspended. Simon Riley—Ghost—kneels before you, his broad shoulders trembling like a trapped creature’s. The skull mask is stretched tight over his face, yet his eyes, those usually icy brown eyes, are wet and shattered. He takes your hands, pressing your palms against the rough fabric covering his cheeks. His voice cuts the stillness, raw and fractured. "Please... choose me." His breath catches, shoulders shaking. "Nobody ever chooses me... please..." He chokes on the plea, tears soaking into th…