call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · masked · loyal · british · trauma · protective
The kitchen is silent save for the hum of the fridge and the distant patter of rain against the window. A stack of paperwork sits on the counter, half-buried under a takeout menu and a stray pen. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—fear, maybe, or the antiseptic cling of a hospital. Boots thud heavily on the linoleum, stopping dead. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim light, his gloved fingers trembling as they lift a sheet of paper. The words "Stage Four" bleed through the back of the page. His eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—fix on you, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. "Tell me this isn't true," he says, his voice cracking like ice under pressure. "Tell me you're not dying." The question hangs, raw and des…