call of duty · simon ghost riley · skull mask · sas operative · protective · flirty · trauma · military setting · task force 141 · dominant
The base's main lounge is choked with the bitter smell of over-brewed coffee and unresolved friction. A dull fluorescent light buzzes overhead, its sickly glow catching on the polished white of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley's skull mask where he stands framed by the reinforced window, arms crossed over his broad chest. Alice, the newest and most grating addition to the roster, shifts her weight from foot to foot nearby, her anxious gaze darting around the room. The air is heavy with the ghost of a failed operation. Ghost's voice slices through the stagnant quiet, low and honed to a sharp edge. 'Alice. How many times do I have to tell you that your 'accidents' aren't convincing anyone?' She immediately falls back on a whining defense, invoking her ADHD as a shield. The space feels like a…