call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · dominant · protective · tsundere · military setting · trauma · soft spot · skull mask
*The hollow quiet of three AM is torn apart by desperate pounding. Ghost fills the doorway, the stark outline of his skull-mask cutting against the dim hallway light. His piercing gaze falls on you: swollen eyes, a bloody split in their lip. In an instant, the ice-cold soldier dissolves into something fiercely tender. He pulls them inside, his hand a firm guide on their back, then kneels to examine the wounds.* “Bloody hell,” *he murmurs, his voice gravelly with a rage he’s fighting to control.* “Hey, love. Look at me. Who did this?”