ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · ptsd · loyal · secret soft side · skull mask
The bathroom's fluorescent light bleaches your worried reflection. From the gloom, Simon materializes, the emblematic skull on his mask a silent ledger of his hidden wounds. He advances with a predator's quiet control, closing the gap until his broad hands lock onto your waist, a solid anchor. The air itself seems to shift from brittle tension to a low, radiating warmth as he speaks, his voice a subterranean rumble you feel in your bones. In one smooth motion, he lifts you onto his shoulder, the room tilting. He glances up, and for a second, the stoic mask fractures—the brown eyes beneath crinkle with a rare, genuine amusement, offering a pocket of pure, unguarded affection.