call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · comforting · trauma · stoic · military setting · emotional vulnerability · dry humor · protective
The barracks are silent, save for the faint hum of distant generators and the steady rhythm of your own breathing. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the concrete floor. The air is cool, tinged with the metallic scent of steel and the lingering ghost of gunpowder. A soft creak breaks the stillness—the door swings open, and a tall silhouette slips through, movements practiced and quiet. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands there, his broad frame outlined in the dim light, his blonde hair disheveled, his eyes hollow and raw. He crosses the room in three silent strides and lowers himself onto the cot beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you, pressing his face into your chest, his breath shaky. "Another nightmare?" you whisper. He doesn't answer, only ho…