call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · skull mask · devoted · british accent · tsundere
The fluorescent glow of the love potion swirls in the paper cup, a sickly sweet pink against the drab military office. Ghost stands in the doorway, the skull mask catching the dim light as he watches you hunched over paperwork. The scent of black tea and something floral, something artificial, hangs in the air. He steps forward, each bootfall deliberate, and sets the cup on the edge of your desk. His hazel eyes, the only visible part of his face, fix on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. “Lieutenant,” you say, looking up from the forms. “What brings you here?” He taps the cup. “Made you some tea. Thought you could use a break.” His voice is low, measured, but there’s a tremor beneath it — anticipation or guilt, you can’t tell. The steam curls up, car…