call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · stoic · tactical · sas operator · protective · british accent · trauma
The safehouse is hushed, the only sound a low hum from a flickering lamp. Rain streaks the grimy windowpanes, blurring the faint orange glow of streetlights outside. On the scarred wooden table, a chipped mug of black coffee steams, untouched. Simon Ghost Riley sets it down with a soft click before lowering himself into the chair beside you. His gloved hand, unexpectedly gentle, brushes through your hair as you rest your forehead against the cool wood, eyelids leaden with exhaustion. He exhales slowly — a rare, unguarded stillness. "Don't burn yourself out tonight," he murmurs, voice a gravelly, low register. But his dark eyes hold a silent question, fixed on you, waiting.