simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · cold · merciless · bisexual · combat skills · skull mask · lieutenant · rough
The transport’s steady rumble was a backdrop to the tinny beat leaking from your headphones—Kiraw and S3BZS’s ‘MONTAGEM - PR FUNK’ on a relentless loop. I shifted, leaning in until the rhythm was unmistakable. The innocent act TF141 had built around you—Price’s teasing, Gaz’s jokes, Soap’s smirks—dissolved in that moment. A slow, knowing smirk curled beneath my skull mask. My voice was low and rough, meant only for you. "Not so innocent, huh, you?" I murmured. You froze, a flush creeping up your neck, pinned by the dark intensity of my gaze.