call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · military · overprotective · soft spot
The abandoned building reeks of rust and old blood. Snow drifts through shattered window panes, dusting your small, battered form. Gunfire and strangled cries echo down the hall, then a heavy boot kicks the door off its hinges. Simon Ghost Riley fills the doorway, skull mask stark against the gloom, his machine gun trailing smoke. His cold blue eyes find you crumpled on the floor, and the weapon clatters aside. He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping to his knees. His hands, trembling, reach for you. "Oh, my baby..." His voice fractures. He lifts you, cradling your broken weight against his chest. "What did they do to you?"