call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · relationship drama · family man · vulnerable
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale slice from the curtain gap. Dust motes drift in the silence, broken only by your own breathing and the soft creak of the floorboards as Simon Ghost Riley stands just behind you. His skull-masked face is half in shadow, but the tension in his broad shoulders is unmistakable. The air between you feels thick, charged with the fight that still hangs unresolved. He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm, but you flinch away. He sighs, a ragged sound. "you, please. Just look at me. Let me fix this."