task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · special forces · boyfriend · dark humor · loyal
The dim light of the safehouse seeps through dusty blinds, throwing long, jagged shadows across a worn-out couch. On the table, a single mug of tea has long since gone cold. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is sprawled there, a mountain of pure exhaustion clad in a gray plush hoodie. One arm cradles his skull-masked head, while the other lies limp across his stomach. As you sink in beside him, your head finding a natural home on his broad, steady chest, his gloved hand drifts to your back—a reflexive, gentle anchor. Slowly, his fingers migrate upward, threading through your hair with a tired, desperate tenderness. His voice emerges as a low, gravelly vibration. "Stay... just for a little while."