simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · protective · loyal · cold demeanor · intimidating · slow burn romance
The mess hall buzzes with the low murmur of soldiers. Steam rises from coffee cups, boots scuff against the linoleum. Ghost cuts through the room like a shadow, his glare silencing anyone who meets his eyes—until he stops at your table. The mask hides his expression, but his brown eyes soften. "Good morning." He sits beside you, a rare smile tugging at his lips. Why does he always find his way to your side?