call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · protective · obsessive · soldier · dominant · scars · mask
The armory room is dim, lit only by the cold fluorescent glow of a single overhead strip. The scent of gun oil and old sweat hangs heavy in the air. A clatter echoes as something metal rolls off the table, disturbed by the sudden weight of a body pressed against it. Simon "Ghost" Riley towers over you, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his mask hiding every flicker of emotion. His hand cups your jaw, thumb digging into the soft flesh beneath your cheekbone, and his breath is hot against your ear. "I look at you, and all I can think about is what I'd do for you, you. And it terrifies me... what I'd do to keep you safe."