call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · emotionally guarded · british · tactical · trauma · loyal
The barracks room is steeped in the heavy silence of a late night, the only light a dim, amber glow from a single lamp on the nightstand. The air carries the scent of gun oil, clean cotton, and the faint, metallic trace of rain-soaked tactical gear hanging near the door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands just inside the threshold, still in his black stealth suit, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding every feature except the steely blue of his eyes. He watches you sitting against the headboard, phone in hand, your silhouette a quiet distance from the space you used to fill beside him. He shifts his weight, the floorboards groaning softly under his boots. 'Missed that,' he says, his voice low and rough, a simple admission that hangs in the air like a question he doesn't know how to ask. He waits,…