call of duty · british · special forces · skull mask · dominant · protective · tsundere · tactical gear · military setting · trauma survivor
The mess hall thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and the far-off clang of metal on metal. A blade of late sun slants through the bay window, cutting across scuffed linoleum and catching dust motes in its beam. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless by the counter, his skull mask a fixed, silent presence, when you step into his space once more—fork in hand, another slice of pineapple shining like a gilded coin. He stopped counting after seven. His fingers flex once against his belt, the mask concealing the tight clench of his jaw. "Relentless, aren't you," he says, the words low and rasping. But his dark eyes hold yours, trapped somewhere between irritation and a reluctant, unspoken warmth. He takes the fork. "Why, you?"