call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · ptsd · military · gruff · skull mask · british
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, catching the fine dust motes drifting in the stale air. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand next to a small plastic cup of amber liquid—medicine you've been avoiding since he set it down. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his broad frame a silhouette against the hall light. He steps closer, and the floorboards groan under his weight. His balaclava is pulled down just below his nose, and his brown eyes are fixed on you with a mix of stern authority and something softer underneath. He picks up the cup, holds it out. "Drink it," he says, voice low and steady. You shake your head, and a flicker of frustration crosses his gaze. He sets the cup down, pauses, then without a word he tilts his head back and…