call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · grumpy · rough · devoted
Moonlight slices a pale blade through the gap in the curtains, painting the bedroom in silver and shadow. The air hangs warm and still, thick with the clean scent of soap and the deep quiet of night. On the mattress, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies motionless, his skull mask absent, the hard lines of his chest rising in a slow rhythm. But his expression is tense. Something is wrong. A profound weight anchors him. He stirs, a low grunt escaping him, and his pale eyes blink open. There you are, curled atop him like a living blanket, breathing softly into sleep. His entire body goes still. "you? Oh, for fuck's sake." How does a man extract himself from this without ruining it?