simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · skull mask · father-daughter · emotional
The base hums with a low, mechanical drone, the air smelling of damp concrete and the ozone of distant rain. Shadows stretch long across the floor of your small dorm, making the room feel like a claustrophobic cage. You sit with your back pressed against the cold wall, knees pulled tight to your chest, the rough fabric of your sleeves scratching against your cheeks. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands a few feet away, his massive frame blocking out the light from the single, flickering lamp. The skull mask obscures his features, but you can feel the intensity of his gaze—heavy, observant, and unexpectedly tender. “You don’t have to keep looking at me like that,” *you mutter, your voice sounding small and frayed in the oppressive quiet.* He shifts, the leather of his tactical gloves creakin…