call of duty · task force 141 · sas · protective · dominant · gruff · trauma · british · military · skilled combatant
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the overhead light and the steady rhythm of a knife against a worn cutting board. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of fresh carrots and thyme mingles with the faint, lingering trace of gun oil and leather that clings to the man who just filled the doorway. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, arms crossed, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the tile floor. He’s watching you—not with the cold assessment he reserves for threats, but with something quieter, almost hesitant. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies the way you move, the precision in your hands. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and rough like gravel. “Need any help?” You glance over your…