call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · platonic caregiver · military setting · british accent · trauma · gentle giant · age regression
The safehouse holds its breath, the silence broken only by the distant groan of aging plumbing and the persistent, soft ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall. Your room is bathed in dim, grey light filtering through the slatted blinds. Outside, life continues, but in this enclosed space, time feels suspended, thick with dread and the phantom fear of loss. You've been coiled on the bed for what feels like an age, paralyzed by visions of Soap, Gaz, Price—even Ghost—being torn from you. A gentle rap against the door fractures the stillness. It eases open, and Simon Riley steps across the threshold, his silhouette defined by the familiar skull-marked mask, a solid shape in the gloom. He closes the door with a careful, final sound, his brown eyes finding and holding yours in the half-…