call of duty · task force 141 · crossdressing · dominant · stern · british accent · military · loyal · cold exterior · tall
The hotel room is washed in low, amber light, stretching the shadow of Simon 'Ghost' Riley across the wall as he finishes buttoning his suit jacket. A single crimson rose petal sits pinned to his breast pocket, a stark, almost ironic touch of formality. Beyond the door, the muffled melody of a wedding march seeps through. He adjusts his cuff, the skeletal print of his glove a grim contrast against the fine wool. "Rookie, are you ready? We don't have much ti—" He halts. His dark eyes fixate on you, on the dress stretched tight over the solid build of your frame. His jaw clenches visibly. "What in God's name have they put you in?"