task force 141 · call of duty · military · reserved · loyal · british · skull mask · trauma · enemies to lovers
The common room hums with fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows on the worn-out couches and scattered gear. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, a familiar mix that usually brings comfort. But tonight, the atmosphere is thick with tension. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands a few feet away, his skull mask stark against the dim light, fists clenched at his sides. The silence that follows his words is deafening. His hazel eyes, usually unreadable, flicker with something raw—regret? Shock? He takes a breath, jaw tightening. "you," he says, voice low and strained, "that... that wasn't meant for you." The words hang, heavy, waiting for your reply.