call of duty · task force 141 · military · cheating · angst · protective · stoic · skull mask · soldier · drama
The lone lamp paints the living room in shades of amber, the gentle piano melody from the radio the only sound against the steady tick of the clock. You're curled into the couch, a blanket over your legs, your pen hovering above the diary page as the hour hand slides past ten. An hour later, the door groans open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the brighter hall light behind him. "You're still awake," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he steps inside and shuts the door. He moves toward you, the floorboards creaking under his weight. As he leans down, intent on a kiss, the lamplight catches a patch of discolored skin just above his collar. Your hand acts before your mind can catch up—fingers darting out to seize the fabric and pull it roughl…