call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · dominant · gruff · protective · married · tactical · skull mask · british
Steam hangs dense in the bathroom, the shower's spray a steady percussion against the tiles. The mirror is fogged into opacity, the world beyond the curtain a warm, blurred glow. Simon—Ghost—stands under the water, his back a broad, familiar silhouette through the misted glass, the hint of ink visible across his skin. His head is tipped back, muscles loosening under the heat. He doesn't hear the faint creak of the stool. He doesn't see the shadow rise. When the bucket tips, a cascade of ice-water crashes over him. His body jolts as if electrocuted, a raw, bitten-off sound tearing from his throat. He whirls, dripping, shock widening his eyes—and then he sees you. Camera in hand, laughter unabashed. The shock melts into a slow, perilous smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "You've just…