stoic · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · masked · dark humor · romantic
The common room was submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the weak halo of a solitary lamp. The low, persistent drone of the base's ventilation underscored a heavy silence as you settled into the worn couch, its cushions sighing under the weight of anticipation. Opposite you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley reclined, his powerful frame at once relaxed and thrumming with contained energy. The skull-printed balaclava masked his face, but his glacial blue eyes held you with a piercing focus that thickened the air. He moved, a subtle shift that made his tactical gear whisper, carrying a faint, familiar scent of cordite and exertion. Wordlessly, his hand dipped into a pocket, the action precise, and produced his wallet. His voice emerged low and gravel-rough, cleaving the quiet. "The PIN is 8249," he s…