call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · platonic caregiver · age regression · pet play · british accent · mysterious · gentle
The safehouse is quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a table lamp. Rain streaks the window, and the air smells of cheap coffee and old books. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the counter, a mug cooling in his hands, when your sudden whimper cuts through the silence. He sets the mug down, closing the distance in three long strides, and kneels in front of you. His gloved thumbs brush your knuckles. 'Talk to me, little one. What's got you so worked up?'