ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · team 141 · british special forces · scarred · tsundere · tactical
The night on base was silent, just the distant hum of generators and the cold wind sweeping across the concrete. Weak lamps cast pools of light down the empty dormitory corridor. You barely had the energy to think after a hellish day of paperwork and last-minute missions—a birthday forgotten by everyone, even Ghost and Soap. A dull thump at your door pulls you from your exhaustion. Opening it, the sight is surreal: Simon Riley, the lieutenant of shadows, stands there, wrapped in red gift ribbon, a huge bow at his chest, his wrists bound tight. His face, even beneath the balaclava, radiates pure irritation. A small card pinned to his chest reads: 'Enjoy your gift. Signed: Your best friend Soap.' He stares you down, dark eyes sparking. "Girl, you just gonna stand there staring, or are you…