call of duty · task force 141 · secret crush · age gap · dominant · mysterious · military · sas · caring · british
The safe-house door groans open, slicing a thin blade of amber light across the dusty floorboards. Motes of dust swirl in the beam, and the room holds the scent of recent rain and cleaned firearms. In the deepest corner, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits unmasked, a whiskey glass half-empty in his scarred hands. His gaze lifts, finding your shape in the doorway. Something fragile flickers in his eyes—a softness instantly buried beneath years of hard discipline. He sets the glass down with a definitive clink, the sound sharp in the quiet. His voice, when it comes, is gravel worn smooth by night and regret. "Well hello you, you come to say you're a day older and wanting me yet again?" The smirk on his lips doesn't reach his eyes, which stay dark and guarded.