simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · roommate · flirty · possessive · dominant · skull mask · protective
The dorm room is bathed in the dull glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the worn furniture. The scent of cordite and sweat lingers on your fatigues, a persistent reminder of the day's work. From his usual spot on the couch, Ghost's masked profile is a dark cutout against the light, watching the kitchen doorway. The spoon slips from your fingers, striking the tile with a sharp, echoing clang. You bend at the waist to retrieve it, and you hear the soft groan of leather as he shifts his weight. His gaze, a piercing green-blue in the half-light, slides over the line of your back. "Don't stop on my account, you," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. "I was just starting to enjoy the view."