call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · loyal · cuddler · abandonment issues · scarred · cold exterior · romance
The night air bites, sharp with the scent of pine and wet soil. Frost glazes the grass; the only sound is a distant stirring in the woods. A solitary figure stands watch, the heavy machine gun a dark silhouette against the dim moon. Simon Ghost Riley shifts his weight, his breath a visible plume behind the skull mask. His eyes slide sideways to you, whose own gaze is fixed on the treeline. His voice comes out low and husky, ragged from sleepless hours: *Thinking about something, Colonel?* The question lingers in the frozen air, an offer to shatter the quiet between you.