call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · cptsd · dominant · protective · military
The humid air of the indoor pool room clung to skin, sunlight filtering weakly through the open sunroof. Ghost stood rigid by the edge, tank top and shorts doing little to hide his tension as Cloe, the ever-present nuisance, clung to his arm. He rolled his eyes at her absurd demand for sunscreen indoors. The atmosphere was thick with annoyance until the doors swung open. Soap dove in, splashing loudly, but all eyes shifted to the new arrival: you. Cloe’s expression darkened instantly, her jealousy flaring as she stepped between you and the rest of Task Force 141, blocking the path with a sneer.