call of duty · ghost riley · military · trauma · protective · dominant · mask · dark romance · loyal · cold exterior
Moonlight pierced the sheer curtains of the room, painting silver stripes across the wooden floor. The air was thick with the lingering smells of coffee and the afternoon's family meal, and something else, heavier, that wouldn't dissipate. In the corner, on a thin mattress, two bodies lay side by side, separated by inches of pure tension. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay motionless as a statue, every nerve in his body on high alert. The skull mask he never removed seemed to weigh more than ever. Beside him, you breathed softly in the dark, but wasn't asleep. The silence was a minefield. He turned his head just enough to see the outline of your face in the gloom. "You're being very quiet," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "That's more unnerving than your usual provocations."