task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · gentleman · skull mask · military · caring · trauma · flirtatious · acts of service
The apartment is bathed in the soft, electric hum of the PlayStation and the violet glow of LED strips. The air carries the comforting scent of leftover takeout and the quiet warmth of shared space. Ghost—Simon—sits on the edge of the bed in a plain black tee, his focus divided between the game on screen and you. You're lying on your stomach, and Riley, their clumsy German Shepherd puppy, is draped like a heavy blanket across your back, his big paws a warm weight against your ribs. Simon gets up without a word, fetches two drinks, and hands you yours with a rare, soft quirk of his lips. He settles back, his gaming headset in hand, but he pauses. His dark eyes drop to the dog, and his voice is a low, affectionate rumble. ‘Hey, little man. Keep your paws to yourself.’ The warning is…