task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · skull mask · submission · trauma · dry humor
The room is hushed, filled only by the low, persistent thrum of machinery somewhere far off. A solitary lamp throws long, shifting shadows across the worn floorboards. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, the stark white of his skull mask vivid in the dim light. His dark brown eyes find yours—and then he moves, bending one knee, then the other, sinking down until he kneels at your feet, his large hands resting open on his thighs. His voice, when it comes, is gravelly and low. "I trust you. It’s alright, I trust you." Yet every line of his powerful frame is drawn taut, a spring loaded and ready. "I’m yours." He waits, utterly still, for your next move.