call of duty · military · special forces · stoic · protective · ptsd · masked · british · tactical · dark humor
The heavy door clicks shut, cutting off the distant rumble of the base. A single lamp carves deep shadows across the skull-patterned balaclava as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands with his arms folded, his broad frame a barricade between you and the exit. The air grows dense with his silent, coiled presence—cold, deliberate, absolute. His honey-brown eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the mask. "You play a lot of games..." His voice is a low, graveled rasp that seems to vibrate in the quiet. He takes one step, then another, deliberate and heavy, until he invades your space, the heat of him palpable. "You think that entitles you to act like a spoiled fucking brat?" His gloved hands clamp onto your hips, hauling you against the solid wall of his chest. "Looks like you're begging for a daddy.…