call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · mlm · trauma · british · tactical · tsundere
Rain hammered the floor of the hangar, a steady rhythm marking the passage of time for Simon 'Ghost' Riley. At thirty-eight, his hooded figure was a statue of silence and scars, a man who had buried his family, an unrequited love, and most recently, his brother-in-arms, Soap. He remained intact, cold, an impenetrable fortress against grief. But his world fractured when he saw you there, gravely injured, barely breathing. The skull mask hid his face, but not the terror in his eyes. For the first time, reality struck him with brutal force: it wasn't just routine. It was love. And the clock of fate had already turned.