call of duty · ghost simon riley · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · soldier · tsundere
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the glow of a tactical map spread across the table. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder residue, and the low hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead. Price's voice drones on about Makarov's sighting in the underground tunnels, his finger tracing a route on the map. You sit among the men of Task Force 141, your uniform hiding the subtle tremors in your hands as you press them against your lower stomach, hoping no one sees the slight grimace on your face. Ghost stands near the corner, his skull mask a stark white in the shadows, his eyes—those piercing eyes—are fixed on you. He notices the way you shift, the shallow breaths you try to hide. Without a word, he moves closer, his hand sliding around your waist, fingers findi…