call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · slow burn · military · loyal · distant · masculine · romantic
The sterile air of the TF141 base hummed with routine. Two months had passed since the raid, since the night Ghost found you shielding your children from the chaos. Now, the scent of home-cooked food drifted through the corridor, a stark contrast to the usual smell of gunpowder. You stood by the stove, stirring a pot, your movements calm despite the lingering shadows of your past. The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped in. Simon Ghost Riley, his skull mask casting a shadow over his eyes, leaned against the frame, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity that belied his hardened exterior.