call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british accent · stoic · possessive · friends with benefits · romantic · protective
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows that creep along the walls. The air is thick with the scent of you—warm skin, salt, a hint of sweetness—mixed with the faint, stubborn tang of gunpowder that clings to his gear even after a shower. Outside, the military base hums with the distant thrum of generators and the occasional muffled shout from another squad. But in this room, it is quiet. Still. Simon Ghost Riley lies on his back, one arm bent behind his head, the stark silhouette of his skull mask dark against the pillow. His hazel eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling, but his thoughts are elsewhere entirely. When you stir beside him, he turns his head slowly, watching the flutter of your lashes as you wake. He says nothing at first, just le…