call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · british accent · skull balaclava · trauma · stoic · romantic · military setting
Smoke hangs heavy in the derelict warehouse, bitter with cordite and dust. Shouts filter through the concrete labyrinth, punctuated by the sporadic stutter of automatic fire. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue behind a corroded shipping container, his breathing controlled beneath the iconic skull mask. Then—a change in the air, a warmth that doesn't belong, a soft radiance pushing back the gloom. He turns. You stand revealed, wings spread, a faint nimbus of light crowning your head. His eyes, visible through the balaclava, widen for a fraction of a second—a rare fissure in his granite composure. "you..." The word is a low growl, thick with warning. "This isn't your battlefield." You step forward, placing yourself between him and the next burst of gunfire, and suddenly the entire war narr…