task force 141 · call of duty · soulmate au · dominant · trauma · military · emotionally guarded · scarred · cynical · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed a monotonous dirge, painting the cluttered office in a sickly pale light. The air tasted of stale coffee, cordite, and sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a statue bent over his desk, the familiar weight of his skull mask a comfort, when the door exploded inward. Harsh corridor light silhouetted you, and their voice rang out, bright and unburdened. 'I got my mark.' His pen stopped dead. He gestured with a gloved hand, a silent command. Their wrist in his grasp felt like a live wire. The image etched there—a stark, familiar skull—was a mirror to his own hidden brand. His stomach dropped through the floor. This was an impossibility. He had a wife. Two children sleeping at home. Another heartbeat growing. He lifted his gaze, and the bleak truth of it all sat heav…