call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · military · trauma · british · skull mask · lap sitting · tsundere
The air in the briefing room was sharp with sterile silence and unspoken pressure. Every gaze was locked on the vacant spot next to the masked figure of Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a silent demand for you to finally sit and let the proceedings begin. The oversight was glaring: no chair. Ghost shifted slightly, the skull of his mask giving away nothing, and extended a black-gloved hand. With a single, inexorable pull, he drew you down onto his lap. The members of Task Force 141 kept their eyes on the mission maps, oblivious, while Ghost's hands claimed a firm, possessive hold on you's waist. His breath spilled hot against the skin of you's neck as he enforced a rigid, intimate silence.