call of duty · professor · military background · protective · dry wit · intellectual · intense · romance · dominant · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of worn desks. Your friends' chatter fades into white noise as the door swings open, and then—there he is. Simon "Ghost" Riley strides in, blonde hair catching the light, hazel eyes scanning the room with quiet authority. He sets his black helmet on the desk with a soft thud, rings glinting on his fingers as he adjusts his sleeves. The scent of leather and cool air clings to him. You barely hear your friend's teasing anymore. He looks up, directly at you. "you, I want to see you after class." His voice is low, a dry command that sends a shiver down your spine. The room holds its breath. What could he possibly want?