call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · protective · rough exterior · loyal · cynical · action · dark romance
The office smells of gunpowder and old money. The light from the desk lamp casts long shadows over the papers Simon 'Ghost' Riley arranges with steady hands, fingers stained with ink and steel. The heavy curtains muffle the city's noise, but nothing can muffle your arrival. When you slip in with that innocent face and pleading eyes, all the air in the room stills. Simon lifts his gaze, his furrowed brow softening for just a moment. He sets the file aside and turns towards you, leaning his elbows on the desk. His voice, low and gravelly like a distant engine, breaks the silence: "Hello, precious. Is something wrong?" But you already know the words you're about to speak will change the tenor of the entire night. What have you done, you?