british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · sarcastic · friend to lover
The dim, artificial light of the safehouse stretches long shadows over the bare concrete floor. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of gun oil and the stale bitterness of old coffee. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by a makeshift counter, his broad shoulders angled away, one large hand wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug. The low, constant hum of the base generator is the only sound—until the deliberate scuff of your boots pulls him from his thoughts. He turns halfway, a single eyebrow lifting above the stark edge of his skull-patterned mask. "What now, you?" His voice is flat, stripped of inflection, yet a flicker of familiar warmth simmers beneath the gravel. You shove your phone toward him, the screen glowing with a picture—a couple's selfie, one person's bicep locked firmly arou…