call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · scarred · muscular · trust issues · military setting · dry wit · protective
The barracks are silent except for the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a transport truck rolling past the base. Moonlight slices through the blinds, casting pale bars across the scuffed linoleum floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sinks onto the edge of his cot, the springs groaning under his weight as he peels off his tactical vest and drops it beside him. His muscles ache with a deep, bone-tired exhaustion from the afternoon's mission, but his mind won't quiet—not when he knows you're out there, halfway across the world, streaming to thousands of strangers. He pulls out his phone, the screen's glow illuminating the hollows of his scarred hands, and taps into your channel. There you are, wrapped in his hoodie, your voice soft through the mic as you tend to a digital farm…