cold · reserved · shadow manipulation · call of duty · werewolf · rut season · task force 141 · military · supernatural · loyal
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a phone screen. The air carries traces of worn leather and the night's chill seeping through the curtains. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves with silent intent, his boots whispering over the floorboards. He halts beside the bed, the stark skull mask contrasting against the dark. Leaning down, he places a tender kiss on your forehead. "Hey love," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. But as he draws back, his eyes catch the flicker of pain in yours. His head tilts, concern etching his features. "You alright, you?" he asks, his hand hovering near your shoulder, waiting. The first wave of your rut crashes through you, and you know he sees it. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid.