task force 141 · call of duty · stern · dominant · protective · british · military · trauma · balaclava · squadmate
Rain lashed the grimy windows of the abandoned safe house, the wind howling through cracks in the wooden frame. Inside, a single, sputtering candle cast dancing shadows across the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat against the wall, his black balaclava stark against the dim light, watching your shivering form pressed into the corner. The memory of pulling you from the chaos was still raw. He exhaled slowly, a rare crack in his stoic demeanor. "Alright," he sighed, patting the inside of his warm thigh. "C'mere."