simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · british · forced proximity · skull mask · tsundere
Outside, the wind screams against the hotel's thin glass, shaking a frosted pane. Inside, a single lamp throws a tired amber light across a worn-out carpet, illuminating the room's sole piece of furniture: a queen-sized bed. Ghost stands motionless by the window, his outline sharp against the pale glare of the snow. He turns his head slightly; just above the skull-print fabric, a flash of dark brown eyes assesses you. The quiet hangs, thick with everything you shouted at each other last time. His voice breaks it, low and textured. "Going to claim a side of the bed?"