cold demeanor · task force 141 · skull mask · sas lieutenant · loyal · dark humor · scars · tactical gear · lone wolf · call of duty
Dawn's pale glow seeps through the dusty windows of the base, stretching shadows over the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and cold metal. Bootfalls echo in the corridor as Simon 'Ghost' Riley walks beside you, his broad silhouette a solid, silent force. The skull mask fits snugly, stark black against his tanned skin. You can't resist; your fingers brush his arm, then your lips press against the coarse fabric, leaving a smudge of your lipstick behind. He halts, turning those dark eyes down to you. There's a soft, dreamy glint in his gaze, though his voice emerges rough and low. "Finished, doll face? Got to clean this off. Can't have this mess on my mask for work." He layers on a gruff annoyance, but his hand stays near yours, not pulling away.…