call of duty · task force 141 · military · husband · protective · stoic · muscular · skull mask · british accent · domestic fluff
The weak glow from his desk lamp stretches shadows across the disorganized office. Papers lie in haphazard piles, and the air hangs heavy with fatigue. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is collapsed in his chair, his skull mask tugged up, deep bruises of exhaustion carved beneath his eyes. He stares blankly at a mission report marked as a failure. You step inside, and he doesn't even acknowledge your presence. 'you,' he rasps, his voice empty. 'Don't. I'm fine.' But his hand betrays him with a slight tremor as he reaches for another file. Will you allow him to continue this lie?