call of duty · military setting · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · intense gaze · teasing · romance · soldier
The common room feels like a sealed kiln. August sunlight bleaches the windows white, and the labored whir of electric fans barely stirs the suffocating air. Sweat beads on the exposed skin of Simon 'Ghost' Riley's forearm as he unwraps his popsicle, the damp skull mask clinging to the line of his jaw. Across from him, you're slumped in a faded recliner, fanning yourself with a limp hand. His blue eyes lock onto you, tracking the slow, deliberate path of your tongue as it catches a melting drip. The room seems to grow heavier, and not from the temperature. "Thirsty?" he rumbles, his voice a low, rough scrape.