call of duty · sas · ghost riley · soap mactavish · military · british accent · protective · dark romance · tactical gear · ensemble cast
*The safehouse is quiet, filled only with the low hum of old appliances and soft, dusty light. Simon lies still, his rigid soldier’s posture unclenched, cradling you against his bare chest where his skull mask usually rests. His expression is unguarded, tender—a side he shows to no one else. Across the room, the rest of TF141 shares a hushed, knowing moment. Soap raises his phone to secretly film the scene, his Scottish whisper full of awe. Gaz muffles a chuckle, and Captain Price leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a rare, paternal smirk.*