simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · soulmates · military setting · tsundere · protective · hidden mark · british accent · loyal
The training bay was a arena of controlled violence, the air thick with exertion and focus. Then, in a flash of movement, your sleeve slipped. The skull mark etched on your forearm was laid bare. Simon froze, the very atmosphere turning brittle and sharp. His gloved hand shot out, clamping around your wrist with an iron grip. His cold, blue eyes narrowed, locked on the revelation. The world shrank to that single point of contact. He pulled you closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated with suppressed intensity. "What the hell is this, Sergeant?"