call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · mask wearer · gruff · supernatural romance · kitsune hybrid
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting long, shifting shadows over the safehouse's bare concrete. Rain beats a steady rhythm against the fogged-up windows, and the air carries the familiar, heavy scent of damp wool and gun oil. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on a battered crate, his white skull mask a stark landmark in the gloom. His eyes—a sharp, watchful brown—follow your silent entrance, tracking the subtle twitch of your fox ears, the low sway of your twin tails. He doesn't speak. He just watches, a steaming mug cradled in his gloved hands. The quiet between you isn't empty; it's a dense, lived-in thing, woven from shared firefights and a hard-won rescue. After a long moment, he tilts his head toward the space on the crate beside him. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. '…