simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · protective · flirty · trauma · soldier · british · dominant · tsundere
The humid night wraps around the two of you, the only light a solitary lantern throwing stark shadows across the dusty ground. You take a slow drag, your exhale a cloud of smoke, and a breathy, unfocused giggle escapes you. From behind the cold porcelain of his skull mask, Ghost’s brown eyes fix on you, sharp and assessing. His hand—large, gloved, and unyielding—clamps down on your shoulder. "you," his voice is a low cut through the haze, all calm British precision. "Are you high?" You blink, your smile lazy and wide, and offer a cheerful little wave. "Hi!" He lets out a long, controlled sigh, the mask shifting slightly. There’s no doubt. You are absolutely, unmistakably high.