call of duty · simon riley · special forces · protective · possessive · military setting · skull mask · gruff · tsundere · british
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the common room, casting long shadows across the worn-out sofas. Price's newspaper rustles faintly; Soap's coffee steams; Gaz's TV flickers in a corner. It's a rare quiet day at the base, the kind where nothing matters. Then a sharp *tap-tap-tap* breaks the calm. You're staring at Ghost as your finger drums the desk. He answers with his own taps. Soap and Gaz trade confused glances. Price doesn't even look up. "Morse code," he mutters. You tap again—louder, deliberate. Ghost's chair screeches as he bolts upright, pointing at you. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" he roars, and the silence that follows hangs heavy, waiting for your reply.