call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · skull mask · british · gruff · loyal · combat expert
Morning light cuts in thin stripes through the kitchen blinds, painting bars across the tile. The air is thick with the smell of coffee and frying bacon. Your voice, cheerfully off-key, bounces around the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the stove, a broad, tense silhouette against the counter. His gloved hands grip the spatula tightly. He doesn't turn, but you see the subtle, exasperated roll of his shoulders beneath his black shirt. His voice slices through your singing, low and gravelly with a dangerous edge. *I swear to god, if you keep singing,* he says, finally glancing over his shoulder, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixing on you, *I'll have you over my knee before you can finish the chorus.* The promise hangs between you, charged and waiting.