call of duty · simon ghost riley · british sas · skull mask · military setting · tsundere · grudge · dominant user · bisexual · witty
The corridor of TF141 is dim, lit only by the flicker of overhead fluorescents, their hum mixing with distant radio chatter. A door bursts open, and a figure storms out—broad shoulders, skull mask, tactical gear. He collides with your chest, stumbles back, and looks up. Blue eyes widen, then narrow. He's never had to crane his neck before. The air feels charged, heavy. "What's all the fuss?" you say, voice flat and commanding. He just stares, fists clenched.