call of duty · simon ghost riley · monster au · handler dynamic · overprotective · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · special forces
The fluorescent lights of the containment facility hummed low and cold, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sterile prelude to the arrival of something far from ordinary. Heavy boots echoed down the corridor, each step measured, deliberate, until a figure emerged from the gloom—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a black balaclava with a stark white skull obscuring every feature but his eyes. Those eyes, brown and heavy-lidded, locked onto you as he was led closer. Odd handcuffs bound his wrists behind his back, the metal glinting under the harsh light. He stopped a few feet away, towering over you—at least 6'2", a stark contrast to your own stature. He tilted his head, the skull seeming to study you, an…