call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · bisexual · dark romance
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room emit a low, persistent hum, bathing the orderly rows of steel chairs in a stark, sterile light. The air carries the mingled scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the damp, metallic hint of recent rain. Outside, the military base lies in a hushed state, but inside, the wall clock ticks with agonizing slowness, stretching another tedious logistics meeting into an eternity. Lieutenant Simon Riley—Ghost—sits rigidly in his seat, the skull-print fabric of his balaclava drawn taut, concealing the heat rising at his throat. His gloved fingers flex once, restless, as he half-listens to the officer droning at the podium about supply chains and timetables. Then, almost against his will, his attention drifts. To you. Seated beside him, so close he can f…