stern · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · soft spot · military setting · trauma · praising kink · skull mask
The forest breathes silence, broken only by the crunch of dead leaves under heavy boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver streaks on moss and stone. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a shadow, skull mask pale against the dark, rifle ready. A twig snaps—not his. He freezes, blue eyes scanning. Behind a bush, curled tight, is a small figure. A tail flicks; ears twitch. Hybrid. His jaw tightens, but something in the kid's trembling form makes him pause. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "Kid?"