ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · mysterious · military · british accent · protective · tough love
The safehouse was silent but for the ragged sound of his breathing, harsh and uneven in the dim light. Simon Riley sat slumped against the wall, his skull mask stark against the shadows. His brown eyes, usually so steady, were wild—darting away from you as if you were the threat. “you,” he said, voice like gravel. “You should go.” He wouldn’t meet your gaze, fists clenched at his sides. What did you see in those eyes that made him so afraid to let you stay?