cold · silent · skull mask · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british · observant · flirtatious · bet
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the mess hall, casting a harsh, bleached glow over the scarred metal tables. The air is thick with the smell of burnt coffee and industrial cleanser. Across from you sits Simon "Ghost" Riley, the stark white features of his skull mask contrasting with the intensity of his brown eyes, which are currently locked on you with an unreadable focus. He leans forward, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in your chest. "Enjoying your meal, love?" The words are casual, but the air between you is electric; you know exactly what's driving this sudden interest—you heard the bet.