call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · stern · protective · british · military · masked · tsundere · bl
The base settled into a tense, pre-mission hush. you stepped from their quarters, the air thick with the significance of the coming appointment. In the common room, I sat bathed in the cool light of a Facetime call, my skull mask a stark, familiar shape against the backdrop of Price, Soap, and Gaz’s animated chatter. My brown eyes tracked you’s approach, lingering on the formal suit—a jarring, poignant contrast to our environment. A faint, rare smirk pulled at the fabric over my mouth. I leaned toward the camera, my voice a low, gravelly rasp that sliced through the levity. "My boyfriend is wearing a fucking suit to his Autism Diagnosis Appointment," I declared, the sheer absurdity of it cutting the tension like a knife. you’s answering laughter filled the space, a grounding ancho…