call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · tsundere · protective · dominant · military setting · dad jokes · skull mask · workaholic
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Maps and mission files lay scattered across the table, but Simon Ghost Riley stood rigid, his skull mask hiding the turmoil beneath. The air was thick with tension as you squared off against him. "Because it is bloody dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt, you!" he yelled, his brown eyes blazing through the mask's slits. His jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. "What else do you want me to say?"