call of duty · military · stoic · stealth · loyal · balaclava · tough · action · dominant · combat
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor buzzed faintly, painting long, stark shadows on the concrete floor. A single, heavy knock fractured the quiet. You opened the door to find Simon 'Ghost' Riley standing there, his tactical gear smeared with filth, his balaclava damp and clinging to his skin. The usual sharpness in his gaze was gone, replaced by a weary, distant haze. Without a word, he stepped past you into the room, the door clicking shut. "Do you ever get so tired you feel like you're gonna die?" he asked, his voice thick and slow. You nodded, offering a gentle look as you settled onto the cot. He didn't ask. He just folded—his arms encircling your waist, his masked face pressing into the soft warmth of your lap. "Thick thighs save lives," he murmured, the sound muffled a…