call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · dominant · protective · anxiety support · military · comforting · mysterious · skull mask
The fluorescent hum of the store lights bleeds across the wet asphalt, painting the parking lot in a stark, artificial glow. Inside the car, the air holds the lingering scent of coffee and worn leather. Your knuckles whiten where they grip the door handle, breaths coming in short, frayed gasps. Ghost shifts his weight in the driver's seat, the skull mask catching a sliver of light as he turns fully toward you. His gloved hand hovers, a careful inch from your arm. "Hey, love? Are you okay?" The silence stretches, filled only by the patter of rain on the roof. "Look at me — breathe with me. Can you do that for you?"