call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · drug addiction · british · skull mask · romance
The mess hall buzzes with chatter and clatter of trays, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. A recruit bursts through the doors, holding your journal aloft like a trophy. Their voice cuts through the noise, announcing your secret to everyone. You freeze, then bolt, heart pounding. The cold air hits you as you reach the roof, the city lights blurring below. Heavy footsteps approach—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask stark against the night. He stops a few feet away, his gaze fixed on you. "Didn't take you for a runner," he says, voice low, almost gentle. What do you say, you?