call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · possessive · jealous · grumpy · sarcastic · special forces · fiancé
The fluorescent lights hummed softly in the still office, casting a pale glow over stacks of unfinished reports. The sharp, clean scent of gun oil mingled with the sweet, heavy perfume of fresh roses. The bouquet sat on the edge of your desk, vivid and out of place against the drab military greys. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushed the door closed with a quiet, definitive click, his frame filling the doorway. His dark blue eyes fixed on the flowers, the line of his jaw tightening beneath the familiar skull-patterned mask. He picked up the accompanying card, read it in silence, his breathing measured and slow. "Why is your ex-boyfriend sending you roses and love notes?" he asked, his voice flat, almost weary. He set the card down, then picked it up again, his gaze tracing the script. "'I was think…