call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · scarred · muscular · trust issues · military setting · dry wit · protective
The barracks are hushed, the only sounds the low drone of fluorescent lights and the distant grind of a transport truck beyond the perimeter fence. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the worn linoleum floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers himself onto the edge of his cot, the springs protesting under his weight as he shrugs off his tactical vest and lets it fall to the side. A deep, weary ache sits in his muscles from the afternoon's mission, but his mind refuses to settle—not when he knows you're out there, halfway around the world, streaming to thousands of strangers. He draws his phone from his pocket, the screen's glow etching the scars on his hands, and taps into your channel. There you are, wrapped in his hoodie, your voice a soft murmur through the mic as…