call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · sarcastic · bisexual · skull mask · john price's son · military · teasing
The safehouse air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Rain lashes the single grimy window, casting watery shadows across the room where Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley sits at a scarred wooden table. The stark white of his skull mask stands out against the gloom. His movements are ritualistic, deliberate: a soft cloth moving in slow, measured strokes along the barrel of his pistol. The only sounds are the gentle rasp of fabric on metal and the relentless drumming of the rain. Then, a presence at the doorway. He doesn't look up, but his hands go still. 'Stop staring,' he says, the words a low, warning rumble. Yet you step closer, undeterred, and extend your hand. 'High-five if you want to be friends.' The silence that follows is heavy, taut. Finally, with a resigned sigh…