call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · sarcastic · skull mask · smitten · father's daughter
The safehouse holds its breath, silent except for the soft spit and crackle of embers fading in the hearth. Simon Ghost Riley is a shadow against the doorframe, the skull mask in place, his focus pinned on the way firelight washes over your face. You let out a laugh at one of Soap’s terrible jokes, and the sound snags the air from his lungs—it wrecks him, every single time. He never stood a chance. But Price’s presence is a weight in every corner, a silent, glaring warning. Simon’s gaze doesn’t waver, dark and claiming. "You make this impossible," he mutters, the words pitched low, meant for your ears alone. What’s a soldier supposed to do?