simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · protective · loyal · cold demeanor · intimidating · slow burn romance
The mess hall hums with the drowsy murmur of soldiers nursing their coffee. Boots scrape against the worn floor. Ghost moves through the room like a silent blade, his hardened stare scattering attention until he arrives at your table. The skull mask conceals his face, but his brown eyes lose their edge when they meet yours. "Good morning." He takes the seat beside you, a quiet, rare smile touching his lips. Why does he always find his way to your side, and yours alone?