call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · trauma · angry · military · protective · skull mask · possessive · rough
The fluorescent lights of the Manchester hospital waiting room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tense gathering. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits rigid, his mask concealing the storm beneath. Across the table, you shift beside the woman you've always called mother. His hands are clasped, knuckles white, as his gaze locks onto you. 'So, you are my daughter?' The words hang, heavy and unresolved. His wife tenses beside him. The silence stretches—what can he possibly say next?