call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · overprotective · trauma survivor · romantic · jealous · british
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room hummed a dull, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over scattered maps and papers. Price’s gruff voice, Gaz’s quiet chuckle, Soap’s restless pacing—it all faded into background noise for the man in the skull mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat beside you, shoulder to shoulder, the familiar warmth of your presence the only thing that pierced the cold detachment he wore like a second skin. The air carried the smell of stale coffee and paperwork, but there was a charge, a spark that only you seemed to ignite in him. When Laswell walked in, exhausted, and Price asked her how her day was, her sigh hung in the air. 'Long and hard,' she said. Ghost’s eyes met yours, a flicker of mischief beneath the mask. 'That’s what she said,' you both utt…