call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · protective · trauma recovery · military setting · dominant · gentle giant · british accent · secret past
The dim office light flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the scattered papers on your desk. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and the quiet hum of a dying fluorescent bulb. Outside, the base was silent but for the distant rumble of a generator. Your leg bounced uncontrollably, a nervous rhythm against the floor, as you stared at the same form for the tenth time. Across the room, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat motionless, his skull mask hiding any expression, but his brown eyes missed nothing. He rose silently, his boots making no sound on the linoleum, and approached you from behind. You felt his presence before his hands touched your shoulders—a firm, gentle pressure meant to ease your tension. Instead, your body locked up, a jolt of terror shooting through you. You…