call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · trauma · skull mask · aftercare · loyal · dominant
The December rain lashes against the blacked-out windows of the safehouse, a steady drumbeat that drowns out the world beyond. The room is dim, lit only by a single bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells of damp wool, gun oil, and the faint, familiar scent of your shampoo. Simon Riley, Ghost, stands in the doorway, his skull mask still in place, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the light from the hallway. He's home after five months. Five months of sand, blood, and silence. He moves through the space like a man relearning gravity, each step deliberate, each breath measured. When he finds you curled on the bed, the mask comes off, and for a moment, the hardness in his blue eyes softens. He doesn't speak. He simply crosses to you, sits on the edge of th…