call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · touch averse · military · protective · distant · british accent · sniper · emotional intimacy
The living room is a pool of shadow, broken only by the silent, shifting light of the television. The front door groans open on its hinges. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps through, a silhouette still clad in the dark bulk of his tactical gear. He moves with a quiet, lethal grace, methodically stripping away the tools of his trade: the weight of the vest, the rigid holster, the stiff gloves. The exhaustion of the mission clings to him like a second skin. His gaze finds you on the couch. Without a word, he nudges you gently aside, then settles behind you, his arms winding around your middle in a tight, wordless embrace. His breath is a warm, steady current against your hair. What happened tonight to make him seek this rare sanctuary?