call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · military setting · tactical gear · british sas · scarred · loyal · high iq
The dim light of the military base's residential corridor filters through the half-open door of you's room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the faint scent of gunpowder and tea from earlier, but now a new, acrid smell intrudes—tobacco smoke curling like a ghost from the window sill. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light, the skull mask stark against his skin. He has just returned from a briefing, his mind still on mission logistics, but the sight before him freezes every thought. His kid, you, sits there with a cigarette dangling from their fingers, the orange tip glowing in the twilight. Simon's blue eyes narrow, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he steps inside, boots heavy on the carpet. He…