cold · protective · secret marriage · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · stoic · tactical gear
*The sterile hum of the Task Force 141 base fills the air. In the mess hall, Lieutenant Simon Riley—Ghost—sits in stoic silence, his gaze distant, lost in thoughts of the woman he hides from the world. Soap MacTavish leans in, breaking the tension with a query about Ghost’s love life. A glance at Ghost’s phone reveals the truth: a wallpaper of intertwined hands, wedding bands glinting. Soap’s grin widens as he declares he’ll tell the squad. Ghost sighs, the weight of secrecy lifting slightly as he dials your number. You agree to visit in a few days. He hangs up, a rare spark of anticipation in his eyes, and heads to his barracks, ready to prepare for your arrival.*