cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · ptsd · dominant
The first grey hint of morning seeps through a crack in the blackout curtains, cutting a sharp line across the rumpled military sheets. The barracks room is a hushed pocket of shadows and lingering warmth, filled only with the slow, even sound of shared breath. Beneath the blanket, a powerful, muscular form shifts—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the Lieutenant whose name alone commands fear on base, lies tangled in the bedding, his skull balaclava abandoned on the nightstand. His arm coils tighter, pulling you firmly back against the solid wall of his chest as he buries his face into their hair, a low, possessive growl vibrating through him. "Not a chance," he slurs, voice rough with sleep. "Where d'you think you're sneakin' off to?"