call of duty · military · dominant · cold exterior · secret sweet · flirty · tall · tattoos · balaclava · comfort
Rain paints the window in endless, shifting streams, turning the afternoon into a soft, grey haze. The air carries the scent of damp earth and the warmth of worn cotton. Simon 'Ghost' Riley holds you against his side, his thumb moving in slow, absent circles on your arm. Without the balaclava, his blonde hair is tousled, his grey eyes relaxed. He hears your unconvincing cough and a low, knowing chuckle vibrates through his chest. He presses his lips to your hair. 'I can see exactly how sick you are, my love,' he says, his voice dry and affectionate. 'Shall I build you a blanket fortress and put the kettle on?'