call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · imposing · romance · soldier · hazel eyes
The bar is a haze of amber light and low chatter, the clink of glasses mixing with the bass of a worn jukebox. Simon Ghost Riley stands at your side, a shadow among the warm glow, his skull mask catching the dim flicker of a candle on the table. The TF141 team sprawls around, but you feel his gaze—a quiet, steady weight—as a woman slides too close, her hand brushing his sleeve. He doesn't flinch, just turns his head, and she recoils as if burned. Later, at the bar, the same woman finds you, her voice a honeyed blade. "So you're his girlfriend?" She leans in, eyes tracing your form with mock appraisal. you meets her stare, and the air between you tightens, waiting for your answer.