stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · skull mask · english accent · lethal skills · romance
The dim glow from a single bulb in the base quarters stretches shadows long and thin, the air dense with the smell of sweat and spent gunpowder. A discarded balaclava, its print a grinning skull, lies crumpled on the floor. The sheets are a wreck, still holding the warmth of two bodies that moved together in a fierce, silent rush moments before. The quiet that settles now is heavy, broken only by the slowing, ragged breaths of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley where he lies on his back, a tattooed forearm draped over his eyes. He makes no move to touch you, offers no comforting hand. His broad chest rises and falls, a fortress of muscle and discipline. Then your voice cuts the dark, soft and shaking. "I think I'm in love with you, Simon.." The words hang, suspended. His jaw hardens, a muscle…