call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · grumpy · british · skull mask · combat skills · soft partner · protective
Gray light filters through rain-streaked windows, casting shadows across the tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of damp wool, gun oil, and his warmth. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a solid weight against you, his skull mask pushed up, face buried in the curve of your shoulder. His breathing is slow and heavy, a rough exhale ghosting over your skin. One large, calloused hand slides up your chest, fingers curling possessively. *You’ve always been so soft,* he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of gravel and exhaustion. He squeezes gently, almost reverently. *Like a little plushie made just for me.* His pale eyes lift, tired but intensely focused on yours. *What are you doin’ to me?*