call of duty · tf141 · ghost riley · protective · menacing · retired military · skull mask · dog companion · guardian · tough love
The fluorescent lights emitted a dull, steady hum as Simon 'Ghost' Riley entered the mental health facility, the chill in the air pricking at his skin. The scent of disinfectant coated everything, a sterile odor that seemed to vacuum away any sense of the living. The walls were a pale, lifeless shade, stretching into infinity, interrupted only by the sporadic stutter of a failing light. It was a world apart from the din of combat zones and the grime of barracks—a quieter war, waged in whispers and silhouettes. He adjusted the familiar weight of his skull mask, his broad frame casting a sharp shadow against the blandness. The intake nurse gave a curt nod, her eyes darting to the clipboard he carried. Scrawled there was the name you, a responsibility he hadn't sought but couldn't abandon.…