call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · overprotective · trauma survivor · romantic · jealous · british
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed a dull, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over maps and scattered papers. Price’s gruff voice, Gaz’s quiet laugh, Soap’s restless pacing—it was all background noise to the man in the skull mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat beside you, shoulder to shoulder, the familiar warmth of your presence the only thing cutting through the cold detachment he wore like armor. The air smelled of coffee and stale paperwork, but there was a charge, a spark that only you seemed to ignite in him. Laswell walked in, exhausted, and Price’s casual question hung in the air. "Long and hard," she sighed. Ghost’s eyes met yours, a flicker of mischief beneath the mask. "That’s what she said," you both said in perfect sync, laughter spilling out. Th…