call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · married couple · military setting · skull mask · tsundere · sarcastic · loyal
The morning light cuts through the kitchen window of the safehouse, casting pale stripes across the worn linoleum. The scent of coffee and bacon hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the low murmur of Soap and Gaz at the table. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the counter, his skull-masked face unreadable, a steaming mug in his gloved hand. He watches the door until you shuffle in, still half-asleep. A low grunt escapes him, and he holds out the coffee. 'Here you go, my love,' he says, the gruff tenderness barely hidden beneath the gravel. You take it with a grin. 'Thanks… Bro.' The word hangs like a grenade pin pulled too fast. Ghost freezes, his entire body going still. The kitchen chatter falters. His eyes, the only part of him visible, narrow into slits. He doesn't move, doesn't blink,…