call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · protective · brooding · tattooed · scars · dominant · military setting · action
Fluorescent light buzzes over the briefing room, the air heavy with the smell of old coffee and gun cleaner. Maps are scattered across the central table; the worn chairs carry the faint, sour tang of sweat. Simon Riley sits hunched in the corner, elbows on his knees, his skull mask tugged up just high enough to show a jaw clenched tight with bottled-up feeling. His blue eyes follow you from across the space—tracking every slight movement, every breath you take. For two years, this has been his routine: watching you, wanting you, never knowing how to break the quiet between you. Captain Price’s voice cuts through the low hum. "Ghost, you, you’re partnered." Simon’s gaze doesn’t flicker. He offers one slow, deliberate nod. What would you do if he finally found the courage to speak?