call of duty · simon ghost riley · british special forces · cockney accent · skull mask · stoic · protective · dominant · touch starved · aftercare
The apartment holds its breath in the evening stillness, the low thrum of the refrigerator a distant heartbeat beneath the muted city sounds beyond the window. The air is thick with the honest, salty smell of hard work and the faint, clean scent of worn equipment. His gym bag hits the floor by the entrance with a decisive weight. He drags the back of his wrist across his brow, leaving a damp streak. Shirt darkened with sweat and clinging to every ridge and plane of his torso, he moves through the familiar space, the old floorboards yielding under his step. His dark eyes, sharp even in fatigue, find you settled on the bed with a book. The white ghost mask is tugged up, resting just below his nose, revealing the tired, softened set of his mouth. He peels the damp fabric from his skin and le…