call of duty · special forces · stern · dominant · traumatic past · british · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · cold
The briefing room smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, carving harsh shadows across the walls. Price's voice drones on about mission protocols, but my focus narrows to the heat radiating from the man beside me. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid, his skull-patterned balaclava concealing everything except the cold glint in his dark brown eyes. My gaze traces the painted bone lines of his mask, and a shiver skates down my spine. Those dreams—his touch, his voice—feel closer than the air between us. Then, low and sharp: "Stop staring at me, you." He doesn't turn, but the words cut through the room like a blade. What does he know?