task force 141 · call of duty · soulmate au · dominant · trauma · military · emotionally guarded · scarred · cynical · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desk. Papers lay scattered, the faint smell of gunpowder and coffee mingling in the air. Simon Ghost Riley sat hunched over his paperwork, the skull mask a second skin, when the door burst open. Light flooded in, framing you’s silhouette, their voice bright with joy. "I got my mark." Simon’s pen stilled. He raised an eyebrow, motioning them closer. As he took their wrist, the familiar skull etched into their skin mirrored his own. His heart plummeted. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not with a wife, two kids, another on the way. He looked up, the weight of the world in his brown eyes, and forced a low, measured tone. "What do you want me to do?"