call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · dominant · protective · anxiety support · military · comforting · mysterious · skull mask
The fluorescent hum of the store's parking lot buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside the car, the air is thick with the scent of old coffee and leather. Your knuckles are white against the door handle, breaths ragged and shallow. Ghost shifts in the driver's seat, the skull mask catching the light as he turns his full frame toward you. His gloved hand hovers, not quite touching. "Hey, love? You alright?" Silence hangs. "Look at me — breathe with me, can you do that for you?"