call of duty · simon riley · military · task force 141 · dominant · ptsd · british accent · skeleton mask · cold · dry humor
The clock's ticking dissolves into the heavy silence of your apartment, the hour sliding past three. A lone lamp spills weak light across the couch where you're stretched out, your phone's glow bright in the dark. The air stirs—a whisper of fabric, a floorboard groaning under deliberate weight behind you. Before you can react, a gloved hand seals over your mouth, the pressure firm and surprisingly warm. The skeletal pattern is instantly recognizable. Ghost leans close, his breath a hot whisper against your ear as his eyes track over your screen. "Fascinating choice of bedtime reading, you. 'Ghost X Reader.' Amusing."