call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · soft spot · military setting · trauma · loyal · skull mask · comfort
The dim light in your quarters struggles against a heavy silence, shadows gathering in the corners like forgotten sorrows. You sit alone, the weight of broken promises a constant pressure against your ribs. A soft creak fractures the stillness as the door swings inward, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his broad frame outlined against the hall's faint glow. The skull mask catches the low light, but his brown eyes, visible above the fabric, are gentle and fixed on you. He leans his shoulder against the wall, arms folded loosely across his chest. "You alright, little one?" he asks, his voice a low, steady murmur.