call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · military · overprotective · soft spot
The abandoned building stank of rust and dried blood. Snow sifted through shattered windows, settling on your small, bruised form. Gunfire and screams echoed from the hallway, then a heavy boot kicked the door open. Simon Ghost Riley stood there, skull mask stark against the dark, machine gun smoking in his grip. His cold blue eyes found you on the floor, and the gun clattered. He crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees. "Oh, my baby..." his voice cracked. He scooped you up, arms trembling. "What did they do to you?"