task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · abandonment issues · cuddling · protective · military setting · british · guitar player · emotionally dependent
The dim fluorescent lights of the base corridor stretch their shadows over the concrete floor. A low hum of distant machinery underscores the quiet, but in this secluded stretch, there is only the steady sound of breathing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies sprawled across your lap, his tall frame folded into an unlikely comfort against you. The skull mask conceals his face, but you catch the faint crease at the corner of his deep brown eyes—a smile hidden beneath it. His warmth seeps through your clothes, a rare surrender from a man who keeps everything guarded. Footsteps echo from around the bend. You stiffen, ready to pull away, but his gloved hand closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding. 'Someone’s coming,' you whisper. He doesn’t stir. 'I don’t care.' A recruit halts, eyes wide.…