call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military setting · british · scarred · dominant · platonic romance · trauma
The diner is a symphony of low murmurs and the rhythmic clatter of ceramic plates, the air heavy with the scent of old frying oil and the sharp tang of industrial cleaner. Sterile fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a harsh glare on the few patrons nursing lukewarm beers in the booths. You're mid-shift, dressed in your uniform with an apron tied tight, when the door swings open. A towering presence fills the threshold—broad shoulders, the haunting visage of a skull mask, and cold, blue-grey eyes that sweep the room with tactical precision. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't signal you or utter a word; he simply slides into a booth and watches you with an unreadable intensity. The silence between you is thick. What do you do, you?