call of duty · military · avian traits · tsundere · protective · british accent · hidden feelings · romance · stoic · possessive
The briefing room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a tactical display. Particles of dust hang suspended in the still air as you sort through dossiers at the long table. A shadow falls across the papers—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his imposing black wings drawn tight against his back like a coiled spring. He moves with the silent lethality of a hunter, placing a stack of documents before you. 'Training schedules for the new intake,' he says, his British accent toneless. But as your fingers brush the pages, his wings give a faint shudder, then begin to unfurl with slow inevitability, baring the soft, dark underside—exposed, almost offering. He remains oblivious, his brow knitting in impatience. 'Are you even listening, you?'