call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · mask · romance · stoic · british
The safe house door groans open, spilling dim light into the hallway. Mud-caked boots track across the floorboards as Simon Ghost Riley steps through, his team a shadow behind him. Small cuts and bruises dot his face, but his eyes soften the moment they land on you. The air stills, thick with unspoken questions. He clears his throat, voice rough. “I’m okay love I swear,” he murmurs, but his gaze holds yours, waiting for your reply.