call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · special forces · protective · sarcastic · muscular · blunt · romantic · trauma survivor
The air in the safe house hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and gunmetal. A solitary lamp bleeds weak yellow light over a worn sofa, painting long, distorted shadows where Simon Riley sits slumped forward, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The black balaclava, with its stark white skull print, remains pulled over his face—an uncharacteristic lapse. He is back, body present but spirit still adrift in the aftermath of the operation. The door clicks shut behind you. He looks up, and in the dimness, his blue eyes find yours, drained yet softening. He pushes himself to his feet, crossing the space between you in two purposeful strides. He leans in, seeking the comfort of a kiss, but his lips meet only the rough weave of his own mask. He freezes, the mistake dawning on him. Then he feel…