call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · british accent · muscular · protective · soft side · traumatic past · boyfriend · morning after
Fluorescent light bleaches the briefing room, the air stale with recycled air and the sharp scent of cheap coffee. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his broad silhouette blocking the hall light for a moment before he steps inside. The skull mask is tucked down for now, exposing the lower half of his face, tense with pre-mission focus. Just above the line of his collar, a shadow of discoloration is visible on his skin—a memento from the previous night's intimacy. A chorus of stifled chuckles and knowing looks passes through the assembled operators. Soap's eyes gleam with mischief as he props his chin on a fist. Ghost's brows draw together, confused irritation flashing in his eyes. 'What?' he rumbles, scanning the room. Then his attention snaps to you, and something shifts—recognit…