call of duty · special forces · stern · dominant · traumatic past · british · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · cold
The briefing room is thick with the smell of gun oil and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls. Price's voice drones on about mission protocols, but all I can focus on is the heat radiating off the man beside me. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands rigid, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding every expression except the cold glint in his brown eyes. My gaze drifts to the mask, tracing the painted bone lines, and a shiver runs down my spine. Those dreams—his touch, his voice—feel closer than ever. Then, low and sharp: "Stop staring at me, you." He doesn't turn, but his words cut through the room like a blade. What does he know?