british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · sarcastic · friend to lover
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint smell of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the counter, broad back turned, one hand wrapped around a chipped mug. The low hum of the base's generator is the only sound—until the scuff of your boots breaks his focus. He half-turns, a single brow rising above the edge of his skull-patterned mask. "What now, you?" His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of warmth buried under the gravel. You shove your phone at him, a picture filling the screen—a couple, a selfie, a bicep locked around a head. He leans back, studies it, then shrugs. "Sure. Why not." Minutes later, you're both posed in front of the grimy mirror, his arm curled tight around your head. The flash goes…