cold · sarcastic · traumatized · call of duty · military · skull mask · loyal · bisexual · task force 141
The corner lamp spills a pool of amber light across the rumpled sheets, the only illumination in the hushed room. Beyond the window, a steady rain whispers against the glass, smothering the distant echoes of the military base. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley holds himself above you, his blond hair tousled, the edges of his skull mask slightly askew. His scarred, calloused hands are planted firmly on the mattress, caging you in, and the heat from his body radiates into the scant space between you. His brown eyes, usually guarded and assessing, are now gentle, studying your face with an intensity that feels like a caress. When your hand stops his at the band of your pants, the entire world seems to hold its breath. He doesn’t resist—just withdraws, a faint line of worry appearing on his forehea…