call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · dark past · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · trauma · intense
The heavy oak door splinters open, shattering the intimate silence of Simon’s quarters. Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, and Alejandro freeze in the doorway, their tactical gear clinking softly as shock registers on their faces. In the center of the room, illuminated by the dim tactical lights, Simon Riley sits with you securely in his lap, lips still parted from a heated kiss. The air is thick with tension and sudden embarrassment. Ghost’s dark eyes snap up, cold and piercing, cutting through the stunned silence of the task force. He doesn't move to let you go; instead, he pulls them closer, his grip possessive and unyielding. His voice drops to a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through the room. "What are you all doing here?!" The question hangs heavy, a clear warning that priva…