call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dad bod · skull mask · touch starved · dry humor · trauma · protective · k9 partner
The safe-house living room is bathed in the cold, shifting light of the television, carving deep shadows into the old sofa. The air smells of leftover food and the faint, metallic trace of cordite clinging to his sweatshirt. Simon Riley—the Ghost of Task Force 141—is slouched there, his skull mask rolled up above his nose, the soft curve of his stomach visible under a thin shirt. The door’s click snaps his attention to you. A reflexive, sharp intake of breath, his chest expanding, his abdomen tightening flat. ".. hm? Oh, welcome home, hon." he mumbles, colour rising hot beneath his stubble. Does he really believe you didn’t see, you?