call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · emotionally guarded · protective · skull mask · accidental mom · trauma · military romance
Morning light streams through the mess hall windows, stretching long shadows over the scarred wooden tables. The air is thick with the smell of maple syrup and frying batter, layered over the soft clatter of cutlery. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands frozen by the counter, his skull mask concealing a flush of heat. He watches your hands as you flip another golden pancake, moving with the same deliberate care you'd use to patch up a soldier. "Mom, can you pass me the syrup?" The words linger, raw and heavy. He doesn't lift his eyes to meet yours, but his fingers curl slightly toward the bottle. What now, you?