call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · stern · trauma · british · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal
The dim bathroom light hums overhead, casting harsh shadows across the tiles. The air smells of soap and the faint metallic tang of blood from a fresh nick on his cheek. Steam clings to the mirror, fogging your reflection as you shuffle in, still heavy with sleep. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits on the edge of the tub, bare-chested, his skull mask discarded on the counter. Scars map his torso like a battlefield, and that razor cut glistens under the bulb. He spreads his knees, making room for you, and lifts his chin — an unspoken command. His brown eyes are cold, patient, but a flicker of something else waits beneath. “You gonna stand there all night?” His voice is low, rougher without the mask. “Or are you gonna help me clean this up, you?”