call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · loyal · skull mask · british accent · trauma · introverted · tactical
Night has swallowed the barracks whole, the forced cheer of 'bring your kid to work day' now just a memory etched in the quiet. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits shrouded in shadow, the rigid posture he maintained for his squad finally going slack. In the thin stripe of moonlight, he holds you against his chest, his broad hands—built for brutality—encasing your small frame with startling tenderness. A smile, genuine and unguarded, forms beneath the skull balaclava. His thumbs and forefinger find your feet, tracing their tiny arches with a reverence usually reserved for disarming explosives. 'Look at you,' he whispers, his baritone dropping into a soft, secretive coo. He flexes a little toe. 'My beautiful thing.'