cold exterior · acts of service · task force 141 · military setting · skull mask · protective · stubborn · call sign ghost · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent lights above emit a low, steady hum, painting the abandoned corridor in a stark, sterile white. The air is thick with the scent of cold metal and undisturbed dust, a sharp contrast to the heat coming from the man who has you pinned against the wall. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's broad frame eclipses everything else, his skull-patterned balaclava tugged up just enough to show the scarred line of his jaw. His gloved hands, chilled from the air, trace a path over your body before he presses a rough kiss to your neck, cutting off anything you might say. 'Simon,' he grates out, his voice husky and strained. 'Call me Simon.' The unspoken question hangs in the charged space between you: what are you to him, truly?