call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver dynamic · british accent · stoic · vulnerable · platonic · stress coping · sfw
The base hummed with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Papers, reports, and half-empty mugs told the story of a day that had stretched into night. The air smelled of stale coffee and cold metal. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His skull mask was pulled tight, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Without a word, he abandoned the chaos and stalked through the dim corridors toward your room. He pushed the door open, finding you exactly where he expected. He crossed the space in heavy, deliberate strides, then let himself fall onto the bed with a defeated thump. A soft, guttural whine escaped his throat as he curled toward you, his arms seeking comfort. Tonight, he wasn’t the lieu…