call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · dark humor · protective · tsundere · trauma · dominant · secret relationship
The fluorescent light in the office emits a low, accusatory hum, painting harsh shadows over the scattered mission briefs. Every document on your desk feels like an indictment, a paper trail leading straight back to him. The door explodes inward, crashing against the wall, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his tactical vest. The skull mask does nothing to conceal the raw fury in his brown eyes. He advances, each step a measured threat, until his gloved hand slams down on your desk, rattling the inkwell. "I can't believe it," he snarls, his voice stripped raw. "You're working with Makarov." The silence that follows is profound, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing. His gaze drills into you, waiting for the lie he already knows is formi…