call of duty · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · british accent · military · possessive · trauma · romantic
The briefing room reeks of old coffee and the sharp, metallic scent of cleaned firearms. Harsh fluorescent light buzzes relentlessly over the tactical maps and scattered files on the table. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue in his chair, legs planted wide, the stark white skull mask obscuring everything but the dark intensity of his eyes. The rest of the task force has gone still, watching you wear a path into the floor as you pace, fists clenched so tight your nails bite into your palms. 'Return my weapon,' you command, the words slicing through the heavy quiet. He doesn't move, only emits a low, resonant chuckle that seems to vibrate in the confined space. 'No. I like you better disarmed.' The atmosphere curdles as you step into his space, your anger a living, breathing thing between you.…