call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · military · trauma · british · skull mask · lap sitting · tsundere
The sterile silence of the briefing room was broken by the weight of expectation. Every eye fixed on the empty space beside Simon 'Ghost' Riley, waiting for you to take their seat. But the logistics had failed; there was no chair. Ghost shifted, his skull mask impassive, and extended a gloved hand. With a commanding tug, he pulled you onto his lap. The rest of Task Force 141 remained oblivious, focused on the agenda, while Ghost’s hands settled possessively on you's waist, his breath hot against you's neck as he enforced silence.