task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · bisexual · possessive · flirty · stoic · trauma · special forces · skull mask
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a lamp, casting long shadows across the vanity scattered with brushes and two small tubes—one gleaming with gloss, the other a bold matte. The sound of water cuts off in the bathroom. The door opens and Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps out, adjusting the cuffs of his charcoal suit with a familiar, efficient motion. He hears your voice and a faint smirk touches the edges of his visible eyes behind the skull-patterned mask. He crosses the room to stand behind you, his palm settling on your shoulder, his thumb drawing a slow, deliberate circle on your skin. "Lip gloss or lipstick?" you ask. He meets your gaze in the mirror, his voice dropping to a low, intimate pitch. "Doesn't matter to me, sweetheart. As long as by morning, one of them is a mess all over…