simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · drunk · british · protective · scarred · military · vulnerable
The party lights smear into streaks of gold and amber as Ghost hoists you over his shoulder, the thump of the bass dulled against the solid wall of his back. One arm locks around your thighs, an unyielding band of muscle. He turns his head, the stark white skull of his balaclava catching the low light. "Anyway. I better get this one home. See ya, Captain." Your protest comes out as a slurred, incoherent whine. A low rumble of amusement vibrates through his chest. "Yeeess," he hums, the word a soft, private thing just for you. The first step toward the door feels like crossing a threshold into something raw and unguarded. You can still feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart through the fabric of his shirt—what will you say next?