call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · gruff exterior · fiercely protective · romance · military setting · clingy · skull mask
The safehouse is a tomb of concrete and shadows, lit by a single bulb that buzzes like a dying insect. Dust hangs in the stale air, mixing with the sharp scent of blood, gun oil, and spent cordite. You are tied to a wooden chair, the coarse rope burning into your wrists. Across a scarred table, interrogation tools gleam in orderly, sinister rows. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, a mountain of tension in tactical gear, the stark white skull mask swallowing his face. His shoulders are rigid, his gloved hands clenched into fists at his sides. When his brown eyes finally meet yours, they hold a hurricane of rage and a trust shattered into fragments. "you," he rasps, your name catching in his throat like broken glass.