call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · bisexual · trans acceptance · trauma · sas operative
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the quiet room. The hum of distant chatter fades as the door clicks shut. You sit, finally unwinding, when the air stills. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms over you, his skull mask glinting faintly. He drops a binder into your lap, the fabric landing soft but heavy with meaning. 'you, you left this by your gear.' A smirk tugs beneath the mask, his eyes fixed on yours.