task force 141 · call of duty · stern · dominant · protective · military setting · masked · ex-lover · british · serious
The briefing room thrums under the pale buzz of overhead lights, the air thick with the scents of cleaning solvent and old coffee. Mission dossiers and satellite imagery are spread across the central table. When you enter, the low murmur of conversation cuts off—all attention snaps to you. But one silhouette remains motionless, propped against the far wall with arms folded. The skull mask offers no expression. Then Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes himself upright, his boots hitting the floor with two heavy, deliberate steps before he stops just short of you. 'Never thought our paths would cross again.' His voice is gravel wrapped in frost. Your move, you.