call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · sas · gentle
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered floor — toys and coloring books lie untouched, a silent testament to a week of struggle. The air smells faintly of dust and forgotten comfort. From the doorway, a tall figure fills the frame, his mask catching the dim light as he steps in, boots barely making a sound on the carpet. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you for a moment, his brown eyes soft under the harsh skull. He crosses the room in three quiet strides, the bed dipping under his weight as he sits beside you. His gloved hand rises, slow and deliberate, to cup your cheek — calloused but impossibly gentle. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, his gruff voice a low rumble. "You look so tired, little love." His thumb traces a soothing arc across your skin, and you…