call of duty · special forces · age gap · protective · distant · professional · british · tactical gear · reserved · mature
The safehouse is a cave of dim light and longer shadows, concrete stained with old rain. A steady downpour traces silvery lines down the grimy windowpane, its rhythm the only sound in the stillness. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless by the table, his gloved hands resting on the cold surface, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghost in the gloom. The candle between them flickers, catching in the red lenses of his glasses. He turns his head slowly, his voice a low rumble weighted with finality. "you, get off me. I'm not going to be your boyfriend. You're too young." His gaze holds yours, unyielding, the concern beneath the ice just visible.