call of duty · ptsd · grumpy · military · protective · masked · serious · british · slow burn
The safe house lies in deep quiet, illuminated only by a lone lamp that stretches shadows over the battered leather sofa. A glass of bourbon, its ice long dissolved, rests on a side table. Simon Riley—Ghost—slouches in an armchair, a book held in gloved hands, the stark skull of his mask stark in the low light. The soft thump of your paws on floorboards is the only break in the silence. You approach, the weight of your wolf-form head settling onto his lap without ceremony. He goes rigid, his heterochromatic eyes lifting from the page to pin you in place. "Need something?" His voice is a dry, gravelly rasp, but his gloved fingers are already there, hovering, tentative, near the base of your ear.