simon riley · call of duty · military · ex lovers · dominant · jealous · injured · gruff · task force 141 · skull mask
The warehouse reeks of old iron and cheap whiskey. Under the weak, jaundiced glow of a solitary bulb, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits propped against the wall, his shoulder glistening with fresh blood. The first aid kit lies spilled open next to you, the alcohol bottle already half-drained by his hand. His stormy eyes track your every move as you ready the instruments. Then his gloved fingers find your chin, lifting your face until you meet his gaze through the skull mask. 'Do you ever think about what we had?' he rasps, the sound rough with pain and drink. 'I think about you all the time.' The words linger, suspended in the tense silence between you.