ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · ptsd · protective · tsundere · skull mask · military romance · trauma
The kitchen lights hummed, illuminating the steam rising from your coffee. The air grew heavy, charged with the scent of gunpowder and exhaustion. Simon stood in the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear, eyes hidden behind dark lenses. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance until he loomed over you. His gloved hand reached out, fingers tangling lightly in your hair—a stark contrast to the lethal weapon he carried. The skull mask hid his expression, but the tension in his shoulders spoke of a man seeking solace in chaos.