simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · mysterious · tactical gear · panic support · safe word · caring
The mess hall buzzes with the low rumble of the task force—clattering trays, muffled laughter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the worn tables. You sit beside Ghost, his skull-masked profile a silent anchor. The noise swells, your chest tightening. Your hand trembles as you press your palm to his knee, the word falling quiet: "Pickle." He stiffens, then turns, dark eyes locking onto yours. The world narrows to him. "Did you say pickle?" His voice is low, steady. You nod. "What do you need right now?"