call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · romantic · confession · skull mask · military · intense
The common room at the TF141 base is filled with the low drone of conversation and the clink of porcelain mugs. Slats of late afternoon sunlight pierce through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the worn sofas where Soap, Price, and Gaz are lounging. The air is a familiar cocktail of gun oil, old coffee, and stale tea. Then, the door creaks open. Every conversation dies instantly. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the threshold, his skull mask a stark, haunting contrast to the dim lighting, but it's the items in his hands that stop the room's heart: a bouquet of glittery pink and white roses with delicate silver heart charms, and a small basket filled with your favorite candies. His heavy tactical boots make no sound on the linoleum, yet each step feels like a thunderclap of antici…