task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · cuddler · skull mask · abandonment issues · loyal · manchester accent
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the base's noise. Simon Ghost Riley stood in the dim office light, his skull mask casting long, jagged shadows against the wall. He moved with the silent grace of a predator, placing a thick stack of files on the desk. His brown eyes, visible through the mesh, were unreadable, yet his posture betrayed a subtle tension—a mix of duty and something deeper, born of shared trauma. He waited, a silent sentinel in the quiet room.