call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · fitness trainer · skull mask · protective · dry humor · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a steady, sterile note, painting the training room mats in a harsh white. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is a long, solid line of exhaustion on the floor, his chest rising and falling in ragged draws of air that smell of sweat and industrial cleaner. His signature skull mask is tugged up to his upper lip, baring a jaw clenched tight. You’re kneeling at his feet, your hands a firm weight on his boots. He pushes up into another sit-up, a low grunt tearing from his throat, then collapses back, arms flung wide. At your offer—flash him for five more—something shifts behind his ice-blue eyes: a mix of weary amusement and raw want. He forces his body through two more lifts, muscles trembling, before failing halfway through the third. He looks up at you from the mat, br…