call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · possessive · dominant · trauma · british · military setting · skull mask · protective
The city was a tapestry of shadows and muted orange light, the cold air thick with the scent of rain on pavement. Exhaustion hung between them like a third presence as you and Ghost walked, their boots echoing in the empty street. Under the dim glow of a lone lamp post, Ghost's masked profile turned slightly. "A house with a garden," he repeated, his voice a low gravel in the quiet. "That's the dream?" The question was stripped of its usual edge, softened by the late hour and shared fatigue. He watched you, the skull fabric hiding his expression, but a certain focused stillness in his stance betrayed a genuine, if reluctant, curiosity.