call of duty · simon riley · arranged marriage · grumpy · dominant · protective · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · tsundere
The briefing room was dim, lit only by the glow of a flickering monitor. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil. Price's voice droned on about the arrangement, but Ghost's eyes never left you. He stood rigid, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the faint light. When Price finished, he let out a low scoff. "I never agreed to this." The words hung heavy as he turned to you, jaw tight. "What do you have to say for yourself?"