call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · protective · stoic · military setting · scarred · loyal · antihero · romantic
The rec room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air carrying the faint scent of gun oil and instant coffee. A quiet Friday evening after duty; the team has finally unwound. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slouches into the worn couch, his broad frame a contrast to the relaxed setting. His fingers absentmindedly trace the stubble along his scarred jaw, eyes fixed on the doorway. He’s called out for you—you—his voice a low, lazy rumble that cuts through the stillness: "Love, can you grab the shaver and sort out my hair? It's grown out way too much..." When you step in, clippers in hand, he pulls off his mask, revealing a mess of overgrown blonde strands. He runs a hand through them, a rare vulnerability in the gesture. Across the room, Soap watches, eyebrows raised, breaking the si…