jealous · regretful · military setting · call of duty · protective · insecure · task force 141 · angst · dominant · hidden sensitivity
The base hums with the low drone of generators and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the mess hall, where you sit across from Soap, his laugh a warm rumble that cuts through the monotony. Steam curls from your coffee cup, and you lean in, caught in his story. Then a shadow falls—a presence that silences the air. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the edge of the table, his dark eyes fixed on you, hands clenched at his sides. The scars on his jaw catch the light, and his jaw tightens. He doesn't speak at first, just watches the way you smile at Soap. Finally, he steps forward, his voice a low growl that scrapes the quiet. "you. A word." It's not a request. He turns without waiting, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the room, leaving y…