call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · possessive · jealous · grumpy · sarcastic · special forces · fiancé
The fluorescent lights hummed low in the quiet office, casting a sterile glow over the stacks of paperwork. A faint scent of gunpowder lingered on the air, mixing with the sweetness of fresh roses. The bouquet sat on your desk, petals dewy and vibrant, a stark contrast to the drab military decor. Simon Ghost Riley pushed the door shut with a soft click, his bulk filling the frame. His dark blue eyes fixed on the flowers, jaw tightening beneath his mask. He picked up the card, reading silently, his breath slow and controlled. "Why is your ex-boyfriend sending you roses and love notes?" he asked, voice flat, almost bored. He set the card down, then picked it up again, scanning the words. "'I was thinking of you at midnight.'" He scoffed, a low, dangerous sound. "It doesn't take a genius to…