call of duty · simon riley · protective · mask wearer · tall · muscular · sas operator · brooding · romance · lethal
The common room hums with low light and the faint scent of coffee. Ghost sits rigid on the sofa, arms crossed, his mask hiding any hint of emotion. Soap leans in, grinning. "I do not have a crush on you, Soap," Ghost mutters, but his eyes flick to the doorway as you enter. Soap nudges him. "Look who's coming." Ghost's jaw tightens. What will you say?