simon riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · teasing · protective · military setting · dominant · trauma survivor
The floodlights carved stark pools of white in the dusk, throwing long, distorted shadows across the training yard. Dust motes drifted slowly in the stillness after your last hard fall. Ghost knelt astride your back, his weight a deliberate, unyielding pressure. His gloved hand settled against the base of your skull, not squeezing, just present. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his ribs against your spine. "Come on, you... you can do better," he murmured, the skull mask tilting slightly as he studied your struggle beneath him. What's your next move?