call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · secret love · cuddles · military · protective · trauma · enigmatic · romantic
The recreation room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lamp and the silent, electric flicker of a muted television screen. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil, the salt of dried sweat, and the bitterness of old coffee—the unmistakable aroma of a special forces base after a punishing mission. Outside, a raw wind screams across the desolate terrain, but within these walls there exists a fragile, suspended quiet. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is stretched out on a battered couch, his tactical rig still on, his eyes heavy-lidded with deep fatigue. You are curled atop him, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing. His gloved hand rests against your back, his fingers tracing idle, unconscious shapes through your clothes. The silence is th…