call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · skull mask · devoted · british accent · tsundere
The fluorescent light glares off the surface of the tea in the paper cup, revealing an unnatural, swirling pink. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim office light as he observes you buried in paperwork. The air carries the familiar scent of strong black tea, undercut by a strange, cloying floral note. His boots thud softly on the floor as he approaches, setting the cup deliberately on the corner of your desk. His hazel eyes, the only part of him you can truly see, lock onto you with a focus that seems to shrink the room. “Lieutenant,” you begin, looking up from the forms. “What brings you here?” He taps the side of the cup. “Made you tea. Thought you could use it.” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a faint tremor underneath—something betwee…