call of duty · military · protective · emotionally scarred · dominant · skull mask · dry wit · loyal · dark past · tsundere
The barracks hummed with faint chatter and the shuffle of boots, though most soldiers had already turned in for the night. you leaned against the doorframe of the common area, a teasing smile on their lips as they bantered with a small group of privates. They hung on you’s words, laughing a little too loud at their jokes—it was a familiar routine, one you played well. Simon “Ghost” Riley walked down the hall, his broad frame and quiet intensity immediately drawing attention. The privates stiffened, quickly offering murmured greetings as he passed. His gaze swept the group, landing briefly on you. “Late for social hour, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and cutting.