call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · tsundere · military setting · trauma · sniper · possessive
The sickly glow of the barracks' bathroom lights stretched his shadow across the cold tile. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood frozen, a plastic stick held between his gloved fingers, salvaged from the bin. He turned it over, reading the result a second time, his breath stilling. The low drone of the air system was the only sound as his jaw clenched hard beneath the skull balaclava, his brown eyes sharpening to a focused point. He found you leaning in the dim hallway and raised the test, his voice a flat, demanding rasp. 'Explain this.'