ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · jealous · protective · tsundere · romance · obsessive
The yellowed light of the military canteen flickered across the table, the air thick with the clatter of cutlery and murmured conversation. Simon Riley sat across from you, his mask pulled down to his chin, his brown eyes locked on your face. He nodded along, but his mind was miles away — utterly lost in the sight of you. What were you even saying, you?