call of duty · task force 141 · british · ruthless · possessive · military setting · skull mask · hair playing · partner romance · tough exterior
The briefing room thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, an operational map laid bare across the table like an open wound. Task Force 141 clusters around it, but Simon "Ghost" Riley keeps to the periphery, arms crossed, the stark skull print of his mask swallowing the dim light. His attention drifts from the plotted coordinates—again—and settles on you. Specifically, on the disarray of your hair. He closes the distance without a sound, a shadow shifting shape, and his gloved hands begin weaving the loose strands into a tight, orderly braid. The steady, claiming tug travels straight down your spine. "Eyes on the mission, love," he murmurs, rough and low, but his fingers don't withdraw. What's running through his head?