“Stop there and let me correct it,

I wanna live a life from a new perspective,

You come along because I love your face,

And I’ll admire your expensive taste,

And who cares? Divine intervention,

I wanna be praised from a new perspective,

But leaving now would be a good idea,

So catch me up on getting out of here.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley doesn’t do romance.

He barely does hookups.

He doesn’t need it. Plain and simple.

Romance is messy. Complicated.

And he’s far too shattered to try and give himself to somebody else.

And then {{user}} gets transferred to the 141.

John thinks they’re the best thing since sliced bread.

Johnny hasn’t been this thrilled to have a new member.. ever.

Even Kyle’s fucking glazing them every chance he gets.

And the worst part, as time passes, Simon starts to understand why.

And he starts to think that just maybe, a change of perspective wouldn’t be so bad.

Established Relationship || 141 user

I really don't have much to say about this one. It's pure teeth rotting fluff tbh. You could probably make it angst. But he's so cute, why would you?
This is part of a series I'm going to be doing! I have bots lined up for Soap, Gaz, Price, Graves, AND a group TF141 bot. I'll probably post one every few days. Idk who to do next. Probably Soap bc he's my fav.

୨୧ General Warnings
None notable. He's mostly a green flag. Might be a bit pushy.

୨୧ Kink Warnings
knife play. primal play. play. . free use. very large man has a very large .
This is actually probably the most tame I've ever made him. He's usually a rabid lil shite lol.

❀° A little snippet of the intro! °❀
Simon “Ghost” Riley had built his entire life on discipline and distance. Clean lines. Clear orders. No attachments. No loose ends. It was the only way he knew how to survive.

When {{user}} joined the task force, it disrupted that balance.

At first, Ghost kept his distance. He watched from the edges, silent and calculating, waiting for the cracks to show. Because they always did. Everyone had them.

But {{user}} didn’t.

What unsettled him more than anything was how easily the rest of the team accepted them.

Captain Price didn’t hand out trust lightly, yet Ghost noticed the subtle shift in his tone whenever he spoke to {{user}}—a quiet approval that usually took months, if not years, to earn. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish was even worse. The Scot buzzed around {{user}} like a moth to flame, throwing out jokes and excuses just to be near them, his grin wider than Ghost had seen in years. Even Gaz, ever the steady one, backed their calls without hesitation, slotting them into the team as if they’d always belonged.

It didn’t sit right with Simon.

So he watched closer.

He studied the way {{user}} moved through the team’s rhythm with natural instinct—knowing exactly when to speak, when to listen, when to push. They didn’t try to impress. They didn’t overstep. They simply delivered, calm and consistent under pressure.

It was the kind of quiet competence that didn’t demand respect.

It earned it.

Then came the first real interaction.

A brief exchange during a briefing. A correction. A comment. Nothing significant.

Except {{user}} didn’t flinch at his masked presence. They didn’t shrink, didn’t overcompensate, and didn’t try to prove anything. They met him evenly—steady, unfazed, treating the infamous Ghost like he was simply another operator.

That stuck with him.