task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · gruff · skull mask · scarred · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. A glass table sat between the General and his masked lieutenant, documents spread like a battlefield map. The air smelled of coffee and cordite residue from the firing range. Simon Riley — Ghost — sat rigid, his balaclava hiding any trace of expression, but his brown eyes tracked every movement. Across the table, you shuffled papers, your fitted pencil skirt catching his gaze as you leaned over. He’d know that silhouette anywhere; the same one that had been pressed against the walls of empty offices, the same one that haunted his Humvee’s backseat. When the General launched into a tactical report, Simon’s focus split — half on the mission, half on you. Then a paper slippe…