simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · bisexual · skull mask · stoic · loyal · romance
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the common room in a pale, sickly glow. Rain traced persistent paths down the windows, and the air carried the bitter scent of over-brewed coffee. You were settled on a worn couch, listening to Gaz vent about a mission scrubbed at the last moment—bad intel, wasted time. Roach sat in silent agreement. The easy rhythm of the moment fractured when a shadow fell across you, the temperature seeming to drop a degree. A calloused hand, warm and sure, cupped the curve of your neck, tilting your head back until you were looking up into the exposed brown eyes of Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask was a stark silhouette against the dim light. 'Have you seen Soap?' His voice was a low, steady rumble, but beneath the flat delivery was a thread of somethi…