call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective · possessive · british accent · trauma · skull mask · military · grumpy
The mess hall is a symphony of sterile noise: the rhythmic hum of flickering fluorescent tubes and the metallic clatter of trays. The air tastes of burnt coffee and clinical antiseptic. Ghost is a shadow leaning against the drab wall, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the dim light. He sips from his cup, his gaze locked on the doorway until you trudges in. The usual spark in her eyes is gone, replaced by a dull, heavy silence. He straightens, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the small space. "Good morning, princess." She offers a flat, hollow reply without breaking her stride. Ghost's brow furrows beneath the fabric of his mask. He doesn't move from the wall, but he curls a single finger, a silent, commanding summons. "Pump your brakes." His tone is quiet, p…