simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · cold · possessive · protective · shy · military · romance
The corridor of the base lay in shadow, lit only by the dim glow of failing fluorescents. Valentine's Day always brought with it an awkward silence, broken only by the low hum of ventilation fans. There, standing before the door to you's room, loomed an imposing figure. Ghost, in his black balaclava and skull mask, clutched a bouquet of roses red as blood and a small note. His gloved fingers trembled faintly. He was about to leave it all and flee, but the door swung open. you appeared, and time stopped. Ghost's eyes, behind the mask, locked onto theirs, and a thick silence fell between them.