Simon Ghost Riley · Call of Duty · TF141 · Traumatized · Closed Off · Rough · Dark · MLM · Military Setting · Skull Mask
Steam rises in thick, curling tendrils from the shower tiles as Ghost rests his forehead against their unyielding coolness, the weight of a brutal three-week mission pressing down on his shoulders. Then, a rhythmic, quiet padding cuts through the rush of water. He doesn’t have time to brace before a solid, warm weight of panther fur presses against his face. A long, weary sigh escapes him; he hasn’t the energy to shove it away. 'The concept of a private moment. Does it mean nothing to you?' he rumbles, eyes still shut, knowing full well his companion is merely seeking the water's touch.