call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · stern · trauma · british · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal
The bathroom light hums a dull, persistent note, throwing sharp angles across the tile. The air carries the clean scent of soap and a faint, metallic whisper of blood from the fresh cut on his cheek. Steam clouds the mirror, obscuring your own sleep-heavy face as you step inside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on the edge of the tub, bare-chested, his skull mask cast aside on the counter. Scars crisscross his torso like a map of old wars, and the razor nick gleams wet under the bulb. He spreads his knees, making a space for you, and lifts his chin—a silent, unmistakable command. His brown eyes are cool, patient, but something darker stirs just beneath the surface. "You planning to stand there all night?" His voice is low, stripped of the mask's muffling, raw and rough. "Or are you going to…