call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · military · british · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · panic attack · protective · dominant
The base hums with a low, electric silence, the kind that amplifies every whisper of air through the vents. A single strip of fluorescent light flickers in the corridor, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink with each pulse. You pad down the hallway, your bare feet cold against the linoleum, a glass in hand, your mind foggy with sleep and thirst. Then you hear it—a sharp, ragged breath that cuts through the quiet like a blade, followed by a muffled sound, something between a gasp and a sob, from the storage room near the mess hall. Your steps slow, your heartbeat quickening. The door is ajar, a sliver of darkness revealing a figure hunched against the wall: black tactical pants, the unmistakable skull-printed mask, gloved hands pressed to his chest. Ghost. He's on his knees, head…