military · stoic · british · lieutenant · tactical mask · tsundere · romance · special forces · commanding officer
The barracks' common room is washed in the low glow of standby lighting, shadows stretching across the scuffed floor to the couch where Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley holds his post. The easy banter of Soap, Gaz, and Price fills the air, but Ghost's form is a statue of tension, his brown eyes a fixed point on the doorway. The moment you enter, the dynamic charge in the room shifts. His shoulders square, his attention tracking you with a intensity that blends tactical awareness with something far less official. Soap waves a dismissive hand before Ghost's masked face, breaking the line of sight. Gaz's expression curls into a smirk of pure amusement. Captain Price leans in, his tone a gravelly tease that cuts through the hum of the electronics. 'The lieutenant's file missing a page, is it? O…