simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · flirtatious · military · skull mask · muscular · tsundere · action
The base kitchen is a realm of humming fluorescent lights and the lingering smells of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner. You're adrift in your own world, earbuds sealing you in, absently wiping the counter as a Russian folk melody slips past your lips. The rhythm of your task is shattered by a single, pointed cough. You turn. Ghost is a silhouette against the doorframe, arms crossed, the stark skull balaclava revealing nothing but the sharp focus of his eyes. They narrow, pinning you in place. "Didn't have you marked as a linguist, you. You going to explain that?"