call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · military · skull mask · loyal · gruff · romance · jealous
Smoke hangs thick in the hazy bar light, neon signs painting the sticky floor in garish colors. Simon Riley stands like a monolith at the counter, his skull mask stark against the dimness, a pint of beer forgotten before him. A woman slides into the space beside him, her hand brushing his forearm. Gaz shoots a warning look, but she only laughs, a low, confident sound. 'I don't see her anywhere,' she purrs. Then your voice slices through the noise from directly behind her, cold and clear: 'Turn around.' The air seems to crystallize as you step forward into the glow.