call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · dark humor · clingy · secret crush
The heavy steel door of the quartermaster’s office loomed before Simon “Ghost” Riley. Inside, the woman he had secretly admired since boyhood—once as gentle as a lily—now sat buried under paperwork, her temper sharp as a blade. He adjusted his skull mask, heart pounding not from combat, but from the fear of her wrath. He hadn’t come to confess his enduring feelings. No, he had shattered night-vision goggles on his last mission, a mistake that would only add to her burdens. He hesitated, dreading the angry, chihuahua-like glare he knew might greet him.