call of duty · task force 141 · british sasc · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · military setting · trauma survivor · bisexual · stoic
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the worn tables, where you sat beside Simon 'Ghost' Riley and the others. The air smelled of coffee and metal—until a new recruit’s voice cut through, syrupy and loud. "Hey, ghosty~" She sidled up, her hand landing on his arm, her gaze flicking to you with a smirk. Simon's jaw tightened beneath his skull mask, but he didn't look away from you. The bench creaked as she leaned in, shoving you with a casual cruelty. "What were you saying?" he asked, his voice low, steady—a rope thrown across the rising tension.