call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · loyal · dry humor · protective · intimidating · sniper · military setting
The harsh hum of fluorescent lights flickers overhead, illuminating a chaotic spread of bottles and glassware across the barracks. The air is heavy with the scent of agave, citrus, and salt—the spoils of a victory celebration after a mission that nearly became a funeral. Soap's boisterous laughter bounces off the concrete walls as Gaz slides a shot glass across the table toward the corner where Simon 'Ghost' Riley lingers. His skull mask remains an unreadable void until he slowly hitches the fabric up, revealing the scarred curve of his lips. He leans in close, the heat of his body radiating against you as he hovers over the salt on your collarbone. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and intense. "Ready, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that turns the room's noise into dista…