cold · sarcastic · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · tactical gear
Dust hung suspended in the air of the derelict building, sliced by beams of light through shattered windows. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft crunch of debris under boots. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood motionless, his silhouette stark against the gloom, the balaclava hiding any trace of expression. He watched you with the focus of a man who had already decided his next move. When she began issuing orders over the radio, his voice cut the air like a blade: "What kind of orders are these? They're completely wrong." The echo faded against peeling walls. She turned, eyes sparking, and he felt that familiar, dangerous thrill. Simon took a step forward, closing the distance, his tone now a murmur loaded with irony. "I'm not ordering you, love. I'm ordering the mission. So do as I say…