call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · balaclava · british · second chance · intense devotion
The rain pounds against the barracks window, a gray curtain blurring the world outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits slumped in a wooden chair, steam curling from a forgotten mug of tea. His skull-masked face is turned toward the downpour, but his brown eyes see nothing—only the ghost of your dog tags he still clenches in his fist. Then, two arms wrap around his chest from behind, warm and solid. He jolts, the mug clattering to the floor. He turns, freezes, and his voice cracks before tears spill. "you... you're alive?"