call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tsundere · possessive · drunk · vulnerable · romance
The barracks lay in deep silence, broken only by the faint blue glow of a television. A sudden, insistent knock fractures the calm. You open the door to find Lieutenant Simon Riley—Ghost—looming in the threshold. The sharp, sweet smell of whiskey washes over you first; then his tired brown eyes find yours through the holes of his skull balaclava. His voice is raw gravel, stripped down. "Didn't know where else to go, you."