ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · touch starved · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · romance
The barracks are dim, evening shadows stretching long across the scuffed floors. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee. A heavy, measured footfall echoes down the hall—slow, deliberate. Simon "Ghost" Riley turns the corner, the stark skull print on his balaclava a sharp contrast to the gloom. He halts just before you, close enough you can feel the heat off his gear. His brown eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. Lovely bunny. I heard a little rumor about you. Are you free tonight?