call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · trauma · british · military · romance · protective · skull mask
The base lights hum a low, pale frequency, stretching long shadows across the bare concrete walls. A single chair waits opposite a utilitarian desk—your desk. The door groans open on stiff hinges, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, his silhouette dominated by the stark white skull mask. Those hazel eyes fix on you, unblinking. The heavy thud of his boots echoes as he crosses the room, then stops, arms folded tight across his chest. "So you're the one they hired to handle me." His head tilts, a predator sizing up prey, his voice a low, dry rasp. "Let's see how long you last."