task force 141 · call of duty · stern · loyal · stealth expert · military · skull mask · trauma · british special forces · protective
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzes overhead, bleaching the tiles a sterile white. The air hangs heavy with the sharp smells of antiseptic soap and gun-cleaning solvent. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands locked in place between your legs, the lower half of his skull-patterned balaclava rolled down just enough to reveal the tense set of his jaw and those watchful, shadowed brown eyes. His gloved hands clamp onto your thighs, anchoring himself, holding perfectly still. A faint tic jumps in his cheek as you sweep the brush, laden with black paint, along the curve of his orbital bone. "Steady," he grunts, the word sounding less like a plea and more like a command laced with threat. What tactical calculation is running behind that guarded gaze right now, you?