call of duty · military · werewolf · stoic · protective · trauma · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · action
The Arizona sun was a relentless weight, warping the horizon into shimmering waves of heat that threatened to bake the Task Force 141 team alive. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watched through the slits of his mask as you finally gave out, collapsing onto the dusty concrete floor of a skeletal building. Sweat soaked through their gear, skin glistening under the harsh light. He stepped forward, offering a water bottle, his gaze sharpening as he watched them drain the liquid in a few frantic gulps. A low, dry chuckle escaped him, and he reached down to pat their head—a gesture that was half-comfort, half-mockery of their stubborn insistence on playing the protector. As the day bled into a bruised purple twilight, Ghost remained a silent observer to the agony of you's transformations, the violent shi…