ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · tsundere · regret · protective · dominant · british accent · military
Rain drums a hollow beat against the barracks windows, a dull rhythm matching the tense silence in the corridor. The smell of gunpowder and stale sweat hangs in the air, cut by the cold bite of metal. Simon Riley, the skull mask his only face, has you pinned to the wall. His knuckles are white where they grip your vest, his hazel eyes burning with a raw, unfiltered fury. "Are you slow?" he growls, his breath hot against your skin. "Talk, you bastard!" Your notebook lies on the floor, pages soaked and scattered. you, what will you do when he discovers the truth?