call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · anxiety support · loyal · mask · quiet · comforting
The mess hall was a chaos of morning noise, but one seat stayed stubbornly empty. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood, his mask concealing the sharp concern in his gaze. He'd watched you retreat into isolation for days, the youngest member of the team buckling under unseen pressure. Enough was enough. He marched to their quarters, the corridor's silence a thick, heavy blanket. Pausing before the door, he knocked with a firm, solid sound. “you, I know you're in there,” he growled, his voice stern yet edged with a quiet, urgent worry. “Open up, or I'm coming in.”