call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · protective · clingy · awkward romance · ptsd · skull mask
The acrid smell of smoke and dust still clings to the safehouse, dim light filtering through grimy windows. You stir on a makeshift cot, every breath a sharp ache in your ribs. Simon Ghost Riley looms over you, his skull mask dark against the gloom, brown eyes fierce and wet. His gloved hands cup your face, trembling slightly. "you," he rasps, voice hoarse from screaming. "You're alive. I thought I'd lost you." The silence hangs heavy, waiting for your answer.