cold exterior · soft spot for you · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dark humor · loyal · british accent · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the dusty window of the safehouse, painting a silver stripe across the rumpled bed. A heavy blanket cocoons two shapes, one large and coiled protectively around the other. On the floor lies a discarded skull mask, a stark reminder of the man who tore it off hours ago. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's bare face is buried in your hair, his breath a slow, warm rhythm against your scalp. His arms are steel bands around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, a silent fortress against the world. He shifts, and his voice, rough with sleep, breaks the quiet: "...You're cold."