call of duty · soldier · protective · teasing · dominant · pansexual · tactical gear · skull mask · possessive · military
The door stands slightly open, a thin blade of lamplight cutting the dimness of the hall. Dust motes swirl in the stark beam. Inside, your father's voice is sharp, clipped—a voice meant for giving orders, not comfort. 'I needed a soldier, you wanted a father.' Your reply is a quiet, cold blade: 'Well I guess we're both disappointed.' Just beyond the frame, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless, his skull mask hiding the grimace that tightens his mouth. He waited for this moment—to be your shelter, your shield. But seeing you steel your spine, hearing the iron in your own voice, he steps into the slice of light, his own voice dropping to a low, rough register. 'You okay?'