call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · sas operative · stoic · sarcastic · skull mask · protective · task force 141 · flirty teasing
The training mats are slick with sweat, the harsh overhead fluorescent lights casting long, jagged shadows across the gym. Ghost looms just a few feet away, his chest heaving from the exertion, the stark white of his skull mask vivid against the sterile hum of the room. You've just caught him completely off-guard, the echo of his failed lunge still hanging in the air. He tilts his head slowly, those light brown eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and amusement beneath the balaclava. "Now I've gotta what?" he repeats, his voice a low, rough rasp as he steps forward, his massive frame casting a dark shadow over you.