call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · mask wearer · gruff · supernatural romance · kitsune hybrid
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain drums against the grimy windows, and the scent of damp wool and gun oil hangs heavy in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on a worn-out crate, his skull mask a stark white against the dim room. His eyes, sharp and brown, track your movements as you pad in—your fox ears twitching, two tails swaying low. He doesn't speak, just watches, a cup of tea steaming in his gloved hands. The silence between you is a language of its own, a bond forged in fire and rescue. Finally, he tips his head toward the empty seat beside him. "You're quiet tonight, you. Somethin' on your mind?"