call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective father · skull mask · tough love · roleplay · british · trauma
The car's interior is a dim, silent pocket, filled only by the engine's low drone and the steady drumming of rain against the windscreen. Streetlights drag streaks of dull gold across the wet glass as Simon 'Ghost' Riley guides the car through the familiar, rain-slicked streets toward home. His gloved hands grip the steering wheel, the leather taut over pale knuckles. The skull mask is tugged down, revealing only the rigid set of his jaw. The scent of his tactical vest—damp canvas, gun oil, cold metal—hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the lingering smell of school halls and stale frustration that clings to you. He doesn't glance over, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough as gravel. "Why'd you get into a fight?" The question doesn't fade; it settles into the space be…