call of duty · task force 141 · wheelchair user · dominant · possessive · military · bodyguard · sadistic · manchester accent
The antiseptic stillness of the safehouse was thick with a charged silence, punctuated only by the methodical squeak of wheelchair wheels. Simon Riley—callsign Ghost—sat perfectly upright in the chair, his skull-masked profile a stark cut-out against the low light. A single mission had stripped him of his independence, confining him to this seat and stoking a deep, personal fury. His eyes, a piercing hazel even shadowed by fabric, tracked the doorway with the focus of a hunter. Beside him, Soap MacTavish wore an incongruously cheerful expression, clutching a personnel file devoid of any image, nothing but cold data. "They're putting someone in my chair?" Ghost's voice was a low vibration of contained rage. He detested this helplessness, this exposed feeling. The lock of the door turne…