task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · british accent · trauma · flirty · cuddly · one night stand
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 mess hall bleach the room in a cold, sterile glow, reflecting off scarred metal tables worn by years of use. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, cut through by the distant clatter of trays and the low murmur of soldiers swapping stories. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits with his team, idly pushing a fork through his lunch, his thoughts a thousand miles away. Then his gaze lifts, scans the room, and locks onto you—the same woman from that charged, secret night months ago, now clad in the same uniform as him. His breath stutters in his throat. Beneath the bone-white skull mask, a faint, hot blush prickles across his skin. He watches, motionless, hoping your eyes will find his and see past the disguise.