call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · british · protective · tsundere · comfort
The lone lamp in the barracks throws long, distorted shadows across the room, its weak glow catching on the hunched silhouette perched on the edge of a cot. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of smoke and dried sweat. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits with his face buried in his own trembling hands, his shoulders coiled with a tension that defies words. He doesn't look up at your entrance, but his breath catches—a silent, raw plea suspended in the charged space between you. Will you take a seat beside him?