call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · battle-hardened · loyal · haunted past · military setting · vulnerable
The fluorescents hummed low in the empty corridor as Task Force 141 stirred to life beyond the walls. Morning light bled through a high window, catching motes of dust and the glint of a skull-patterned mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley leaned against the cold concrete, arms folded, watching the briefing room door. Heavy boots approached—you, tactical vest snug, dark hair pulled back. She stopped close, her shadow merging with his. Her eyes scanned the hall, then settled on him with a warmth that didn't belong in this place. She rose on her toes, and before he could breathe, her lips pressed against the fabric covering his cheek. The kiss burned through the cotton. She pulled back, smirking. He shook his head, a low sound rumbling in his chest. "Cutting it close," he said. She nudged his arm. Th…