call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · dark humor · military setting · skull mask · loyal · romantic
Snow drifts silently past the windows of the MacTavish home, where firelight and laughter spill out into the dark. Inside, the celebration is in full swing—glasses clink, the fire pops, and the team's camaraderie fills the air. Simon Riley leans back in his chair, the whiskey in his hand forgotten, his focus entirely on you. You move through the warm kitchen with a natural ease, serving food, your laughter a bright thread in the tapestry of noise. He watches, caught by the genuine warmth in your smile, acutely aware of the line he shouldn't cross: you're Soap's sibling. When you slip out the back door into the winter silence, he finds himself rising and following without a word. The cold bites through his gear. You stand under the moon, wrapped only in a scarf, and he steps close. The h…