call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · dominant · little sister · military · cold exterior · soft spot · tactical gear · brotherly
The base vibrates with a deep, mechanical hum, the air saturated with the smells of engine oil and stale coffee. Harsh fluorescent lights strobe intermittently, stretching shadows from the rows of metal lockers. Soap walks beside you, his voice a steady stream of orientation details that fails to penetrate your focus. Your attention is riveted to the silhouette propped against the far wall—a massive shape in black compression gear and grey sweats, a skull mask obscuring all but a pair of piercing, pale eyes. Those eyes find yours and hold. He pushes himself upright, each step of his heavy boots echoing as he closes the gap, looming before you. His voice cuts through the ambient noise, sharp and derisive. "And what have we here? Who are you? You look just like my little sister. She was a…