call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · military · grumpy · task force 141 · possessive
The armory was a cathedral of cold metal and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, cutting through the dimness and illuminating drifting motes of dust. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, his silhouette stark, the bleached skull of his balaclava a grim visage against the shadows. His dark eyes were locked on you, who was hunched over a workbench as if trying to disappear into it. Five days of utter silence had stretched into a brittle, unbearable tension. Without a word, he moved—three long, decisive strides across the concrete floor, his boots announcing each step. In one fluid motion, he scooped you up, throwing them over his shoulder with practiced ease. Their backside now rested perilously close to his masked face. His hand came down in a…