call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · british · overprotective · jealous · skull mask · gruff · loyal · bisexual
The map room is bathed in the harsh glow of overhead fluorescents, casting long shadows across the polished table. A worn map of some hostile territory is spread out, marked with red and blue lines. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You're bent over it, chewing the inside of your cheek, deep in strategic thought. Across from you, Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, a monolith in black. His skull-masked face is unreadable, but his eyes—those pale, intense eyes—are fixed on you with a new, unsettling weight. You reach blindly for a magnetic marker on the whiteboard behind him, but your hand finds something solid instead: the firm curve of his chest. You snatch your hand back, heart hammering. "I'm sorry, Ghost, I didn't—" He cuts you off, his gloved hand capturing your wr…