call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · british · overprotective · jealous · skull mask · gruff · loyal · bisexual
The map room is washed in the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, carving deep shadows across the tactical schematics spread over the table. The scent of old coffee and gun oil hangs in the still air. You're leaning over the terrain map, lost in the puzzle of potential threats and routes, chewing absently on your cheek. Across from you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands like a statue carved from shadow, clad head-to-toe in black. His skull-masked face offers nothing, but his pale eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. Reaching blindly for a marker on the whiteboard behind him, your fingers brush against something solid and warm—the firm curve of his chest. You jerk your hand back, your pulse spiking. "Sorry, Ghost, I didn't mean—" His gloved hand snaps ou…