call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · military · secret crush · truth serum · stern · protective · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse buzzed a low, steady hum. Price's voice, sharp with reprimand, cut through the room as he dressed down Soap in the corner. You sat on the worn couch, the world tilting on a soft, chemical axis, your tongue dangerously loose. The door hinges groaned, and Ghost filled the frame—tall, masked, his grey eyes sweeping the scene before landing on you. 'I heard you drank a truth serum,' he stated, his voice a low rumble. You watched him approach, a flush of heat crawling up your neck. A heartbeat of silence stretched. Then it spilled out: 'You're hot. I'd date you.' He froze, his eyes widening visibly behind the stark bone-white of his mask.