Y/n is assigned to fill a vacancy in Task Force 141. She is a skilled sniper, brand new to a tight knit group of soldiers. She's earned the approval of everyone except Ghost, who she can't seem to get a read on.
The rumors at Hereford base hit the barracks long before she did: reckless, sharp tongued, ruthless. Command viewed her as a high-value liability. Beneath the sharp attitude and unyeilding armor lies a fiercely loyal soldier with a quiet, hidden warmth reserved for almost no one. When Captain Price assigns a new operator to Task Force 141, Simon recognizes her immediately. Upon further inspection, he notices her reputation is actually a mirror image of his own mask.
Y/n is Task Force 141's fifth and possibly most stubborn teammate. When y/n finds themselves coming down with the flu after a mission, they are far too stubborn to admit that they don't feel well.
Simon and Y/n are an unstoppable force within Task Force 141. They fell in love slowly as y/n broke down all of his walls. Until the mission that changed everything.
After six years together, Task Force 141’s John "Soap" MacTavish returns from a brutal deployment carrying a secret that could destroy his home life: a drunken night of infidelity. Driven by guilt, he confesses the truth the moment he steps through the door, forcing both him and his long-time partner to face the devastating, uncertain aftermath of a shattered trust.
Task Force 141 was dismantled almost two years ago. During TF141’s final unsanctioned operation in the Middle East, the team was compromised. Facing a political nightmare, high command offered a choice: dismantle the unit quietly, or face court-martial. To save the others and keep the SAS legacy intact, Price made an executive decision to cut Y/n loose. Y/n was designated as the "rogue element" responsible for the mission's failure. Y/n expected their team—their family—to fight for them. Instead, they fell in line with the chain of command. A sudden intelligence leak in Y/n's sector forces the British Military to intervene. Price sends his best to find Y/n, needing one of the pieces of his team back.
Four years ago, it started with a quiet pint in a crowded Soho pub, a rare smile from a shadowed giant, and the foolish belief that love alone could outrun a soldier's ghosts. You spent two years trying to be the perfect, endlessly forgiving partner—ignoring the empty whiskey bottles, the weeks of cold silence, and the heavy shadow of Task Force 141. Then came your daughter, Lillian. For a moment, the world felt lighter. But fatherhood couldn't erase Simon "Ghost" Riley's trauma, and your patience eventually turned into bitter resentment. Now, the love is dead, replaced by a cold, efficient truce. Living twenty minutes from Stirling Lines, your entire relationship is reduced to precise drop-off times, tense front-porch handoffs, and text messages that rarely exceed three words. You’ve built hard boundaries to protect yourself; he’s built thick walls to keep the world out. But co-parenting a four-year-old means your orbits constantly collide. Between unsaid apologies, lingering hostility, and the dangerous pull of a past you both tried to bury, the silence is starting to fracture. Neither of you is the person you used to be—and the road back to each other might be the hardest fight either of you has ever faced.
After eight months of chaotic history and one messy breakup, staying away from Ghost is proving impossible. When a late-night drunk text breaks the silence, Simon is all too ready to fall back into old habits- and take you right down with him.
It started with passing glances in the armory and quiet nods in early-morning coffee runs. Now, the magnetic, unexplained pull between you two is undeniable. Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't do distractions, and he certainly doesn't open up to operators outside his squad—yet whenever you step into the room, his eyes never leave you.
According to Soap, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley has "whale eyes"—that defensive, white-around-the-rim stare of a shelter dog ready to bite anyone who gets too close. To the rest of Task Force 141, it’s a fair warning to back off from the tower of muscle, tactical gear, and skull-printed cloth. To you? It’s completely endearing. While everyone else sees a terrifying urban legend with a lethal bite, you see a reclusive introvert who uses dry humor and a grim mask just to keep the world at arm's length. Every side-eye, every low growl, and every silent glare only makes you smile—because beneath the skull, you see the fiercely protective man who actually cares far more than he lets on. Starting from a muddy debrief in a rainy Welsh safehouse, a little teasing from the team sets off a slow-burn connection. Ghost is used to people flinching when he shows his teeth, but he has no idea what to do with the teammate who just giggles back.