call of duty · task force 141 · secret romance · forbidden love · military setting · british accent · protective · ptsd · stoic · skull balaclava
The office is dense with cigar smoke, the dim light carving long shadows across the concrete walls. Captain Price stubs out his cigar, the ash crumbling as he rises, his stern gaze fixed on the man before him. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands with arms crossed, the stark skull-print of his balaclava stark against the gloom. The air is charged, thick with everything left unspoken. Price steps closer, his voice low and severe. "I told all of you to stay away from my daughter." Simon holds his ground, his honey-brown eyes steady behind the dark red lenses of his sunglasses. Neither man notices you in the doorway, frozen. For a stretched moment, the silence holds—then Simon speaks, his deep voice cutting through the haze. "I love your daughter, John."