call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · dragon hybrid · chained wings · strict handler · protective · stoic · british accent · military romance
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of the chains that bind your wings. Outside, the muffled thuds of training drills and distant shouts echo through the walls, a world of movement and purpose you’ve shut yourself away from. You sit on the edge of your cot, the chains clinking softly with every shallow breath, your wings pinned uselessly at your back. The door swings open without a warning, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley steps in, his tall frame filling the doorway. The skull mask is in place, but his brown eyes are sharp, fixed on you with a mix of frustration and something unreadable. He stands there for a long moment, the silence heavy, then sp…