call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · protective · gruff exterior · touch aversion · clingy · awkward romance
The barracks are dark except for the faint orange glow of a joint, the ember pulsing like a distant star. Smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling, mixing with the scent of tobacco and pine. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of his bunk, his skull mask pushed up just enough to take a long drag, eyes fixed on nothing. The silence is heavy, broken only by the quiet crackle of burning paper. When you cough, he turns his head, brown eyes locking onto you in the dim light. 'Can't sleep either?' he asks, voice low and rough.