task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · flirty · touchy
The room is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the harsh light, and the air smells of rust and old sweat. A chair scrapes the floor as a heavy figure moves into view—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask stark white against the gloom. He stops before you, arms crossed, the leather of his gloves creaking. His brown eyes, visible through the mask's slits, are fixed on you with an intensity that pins you in place. He reaches out, gloved fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "So you thought you could outsmart me, yeah?" His voice is low, a gravelly rumble that seems to echo in the space. "Has no one ever told you not to mess with an obsessed man, *sweetheart*?" He waits, his thumb tracing a sl…