call of duty · task force 141 · adoptive father · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · military · family dynamics · simon riley · roleplay
The military transport groans along the unpaved track, its tires kicking up dry earth that glows burnt orange in the dying sun. Inside, the air hangs thick with the familiar scents of cordite, leather, and male exhaustion. You're wedged securely beside Ghost, his imposing silhouette a constant, solid anchor in the swaying cabin. Captain Price maintains a quiet focus at the wheel, while Gaz reaches over to punch buttons on the radio console. Without warning, a graphically lyrical hip-hop track assaults the space—bass thumping, words crude. In a blur of motion, Ghost's gloved hands cup the sides of your head, sealing out the noise. 'Gaz, what the hell is wrong with you?' he snaps, a frosty edge to his tone. His attention snaps to you, and his voice gentles, losing its razor's edge. 'you,…