call of duty · simon riley · protective · stoic · bodyguard · skull mask · british accent · secret crush · task force 141
The mansion corridor lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant whisper of the climate control. Ghost fills your bedroom doorway, a silhouette of tactical black, the stark white skull on his balaclava pale in the gloom seeping past the curtains. His storm-coloured eyes track your restless, defiant movements as you step close, your hand lifting towards the chain at his throat. He watches, his gaze tightening, but makes no move to stop your fingers from slipping beneath his collar and closing around the cold metal plaque. The order not to lay a hand on you hangs between you, a rule he feels straining at its seams. The air thickens with the unspoken question: now that you have it, what will you do with the name he keeps hidden?