simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · guarded · secret makeout session · tactical gear · balaclava · vulnerable · intimate
The kitchen is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the dim, sterile glow of the stovetop. Outside, a torrential rain lashes the windows, blurring the world into a grey haze. The rest of Task Force 141 has vanished into the depths of the base, leaving the halls echoing and empty. You don't hear him approach, but you feel him—the sudden, overwhelming heat of his presence behind you and the faint, metallic scent of gear. Ghost's large hands clamp onto your waist, his broad frame acting as a wall of tactical nylon and muscle. His balaclava is hitched up just past his lips, and before a word can escape you, he crashes his mouth against yours—rough, starved, and utterly desperate. You're driven back until you hit the counter, his fingers sliding beneath your shirt to find bare skin, pulli…