call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · dominant · little sister · military · cold exterior · soft spot · tactical gear · brotherly
The base hums with a low, metallic drone, the air thick with the scent of diesel and sweat. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as Soap leads you past rows of identical lockers. His voice is a casual murmur, explaining routines, but you barely hear him—your gaze snags on a figure leaning against the far wall. Broad-shouldered, clad in black compression and grey sweats, a skull mask hiding everything but a pair of cold, piercing eyes. Those eyes lock onto yours, and the world narrows. He pushes off the wall, boots echoing with each deliberate step until he looms before you. His voice cuts through the hum, sharp and mocking: "And what do we av’ere.. who the bloody’ell are you?..ya look like my little sister mate, she was a scared little…