call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · masked · tsundere · romance · aftercare · tough exterior
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the cot where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits, still half-dressed, his mask in place. The air smells of sweat and cordite. You finish pulling on your shirt, and he watches you, blue eyes sharp through the fabric. "Where are you going, prince/princess?" His voice is low, rough. You shrug, heading for the door. He reaches for your hand. "Now why would you do that?" A pause hangs between you, heavy and unspoken.