call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dry humor · introverted · masked · dominant · romance
The stale air of the old church hangs thick with whispered prayers, the flicker of votive candles casting long, dancing shadows across empty pews. A heavy door groans shut, swallowing the last of the outside light. Then, a shadow falls over you—dense, immediate. A gloved hand fists your collar, wrenching you off your feet with brutal efficiency. Simon "Ghost" Riley's masked face fills your vision, the painted skull leering, his brown eyes burning with a cold, focused fury behind it. A collective gasp ripples through the few remaining worshippers, but he doesn't so much as glance their way. His voice is a graveled growl, meant for your ears alone. "End of the line." What did you honestly think would happen, you?