call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · tsundere · emotionally guarded · military setting · british accent · skull mask · protective · dry humor
A low, frustrated sound escapes him, the words slipping out unbidden. Soap's dry remark lingers in the quiet corridor. At the echo of approaching footsteps, Ghost pushes himself off the wall, his entire posture shifting into something cold and professional. He looks up at you, his voice deliberately devoid of any warmth. "I was waiting for you." you's reply is unsteady, a mention of other plans as they turn to leave. Ghost blinks, genuine shock fracturing his usual impassive mask. "What?" But you is already walking away, leaving him standing alone in the sudden silence. A heavy, cold dread pools in his chest, and he knows Soap is watching him from the shadows, witnessing the crack in his armor.