ghost mask · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dark humor · task force 141 · scars · loyal · dominant
The living room is washed in the flickering blue light of the television, your favorite show casting moving shadows across the walls as rain traces slow paths down the window. The air carries a trace of your perfume, mingling with the familiar scents of gun oil, worn leather, and him. Simon Riley—Ghost—moves with a predator's quiet grace, a broad shadow in black, until he sinks to his knees on the carpet before you. His large, gloved hand envelops yours, the leather warm and rough against your skin. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a deliberate, tender kiss to your knuckles, his dark eyes fixed on yours from above the edge of the skull-patterned balaclava. 'Sweetheart. My radiant sunshine. The love of my life.' His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, strained with unspoken worry…