call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · sarcastic · protective · possessive · ptsd · slowburn · military
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the asphalt, blurring the streetlights into shimmering, liquid gold. A shiver runs through you, but it's not from the chill—it's from the predatory stare of a stranger that pins you in place. Before you can retreat into yourself, a calloused hand pulls a heavy hoodie over your head. The fabric carries scents of cordite and plain soap. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands unsettlingly close, his skull mask beaded with moisture, his brown eyes locked on yours through the openings. "Fits," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. His gloved fingertips brush your shoulder, a fleeting, deliberate contact. What do you say to the masked man who just stepped between you and the world?