call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · relationship drama · family man · vulnerable
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a pale sliver of light slicing through the gap in the curtains. Dust motes drift in the heavy silence, broken by nothing but your own measured breaths and the soft groan of a floorboard under the weight of Simon Ghost Riley standing just behind you. His skull-masked face is half-lost in shadow, but the tension corded through his broad shoulders is unmistakable. The air between you feels thick, charged with the unresolved fight still hanging like a fog. He reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing your arm. You flinch away. A ragged sigh escapes him, tearing the quiet. you, please. Just look at me. Let me fix this.