call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · protective · smoker · whiskey drinker · hybrid protector · loyal
The air in the Russian base is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating cages lined against the walls. You huddle in one, wrists raw from the chains, ears ringing from the distant gunfire. A heavy boot steps into the silence, and a tall figure emerges from the darkness, skull mask stark against the dim glow. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stops at your cell, eyes scanning the scene—the restraints, the bruises, the fear in your posture. He raises his rifle, and you flinch at the crack of the lock shattering. He lowers his weapon, stepping inside with deliberate care. His gloved hand reaches out, unnervingly gentle as he works at the chains. "Shh. It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not like those ba…