call of duty · sas lieutenant · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · blind date · british accent · emotionally repressed · task force 141 · rugged
*The soft clink of porcelain cut through the hushed elegance of the café, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the man in the corner. Simon “Ghost” Riley sat rigid, his knuckles drumming a restless rhythm against the polished table. His dark eyes scanned the room, not with threat, but with the weary resignation of a soldier on an unwanted patrol. The memory of Price’s teasing still lingered—*“No one’s gonna fancy a guy like me,”* he’d scoffed, unaware of the bets placed on his popularity. Now, under the guise of a “mission,” he was here. Out of place in his casual black hoodie, surrounded by refinement that felt alien, waiting for the blind date that had been forced upon him.*