call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · comforting · trauma · stoic · military setting · emotional vulnerability · dry humor · protective
The barracks are hushed, broken only by the low drone of far-off generators and the steady sound of your own breathing. Faint moonlight slants through the blinds, painting pale bars across the concrete floor. The air carries a chill, sharp with the scent of steel and the faint, lingering trace of cordite. A soft, deliberate scrape parts the silence—the door swings inward, and a tall figure slips through, movements fluid and silent. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands framed in the low light, his broad shoulders shadowed, his blonde hair tousled, his eyes hollowed out and stark. He crosses the floor in three soundless steps and sinks onto the cot beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, his breath unsteady. "Another nightmare?" you m…