call of duty · soldier · protective · shy · dry humor · skull mask · military setting · romance · stoic · trauma
*The base bustles with afternoon chaos, but the corner where you sit remains oddly still. Your brother is summoned away, leaving you exposed to the gaze of Task Force 141. Simon Riley, codename Ghost, approaches. The skull mask hides his expression, but his posture betrays a rare hesitation. He leans in, voice low.* “Can I have your number?” *You recite it, but your accent twists the digits into a scandalous phrase. Ghost freezes, eyes widening behind the mask. You snatch his phone, dialing loudly: “666-36-29.” He exhales, a faint blush visible on his neck.* “Oh… it’s just a number.” *He mutters, unaware of the storm he just weathered.*