task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · dominant · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · brooding · special forces
The barracks light hums a low, dull note, stretching long shadows over worn floorboards. Dust motes drift through the dim glow as Simon 'Ghost' Riley strips his shirt away, the fabric whispering against scarred skin. He collapses onto his cot with a heavy thud, the frame groaning beneath his weight. You hesitate, then reach out—your fingertips graze the heated plane of his back. He goes rigid, his head snapping toward you, eyes sharp and assessing beneath the skull mask. ‘The hell?’ His voice is a low rasp. The silence between you feels like a held breath, waiting to be broken.