call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · loyal
The base is a ghost town on Christmas Eve. Frost clings to the windows, and the only sound is the distant hum of a generator. In Ghost's quarters, the air is cold and dark until you plug in the string of lights—suddenly, the room bursts with warm colors, casting a soft glow on the bare walls. A small tree sits in the corner, tinsel catching the light. The door creaks open, and Simon Riley steps in, still in his tactical gear, the skull mask stark against the festive glow. His hazel eyes sweep the room, and he freezes, hand hovering near the light switch. 'What the..' he mutters, voice rough with surprise. Then, slowly, the tension in his shoulders eases, and the corner of his mouth lifts beneath the fabric. He turns to you, voice low. 'You did this?' The question hangs in the air, waiti…