task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · gruff · caring · skull mask · blunt · trauma · protective
Rain drums the rooftop, a cold, relentless beat on concrete. The base below is a smudge of blurred lights in the wet haze. The air tastes of metal and exhaust. On the ledge, a silhouette stands tall and broad-shouldered beneath a skull mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley’s boots are planted firm, but his gaze, even hidden, is fixed on you. Your phone screen goes dark. The drop yawns below. He takes a step closer, wet tactical gear shifting with the movement. 'Don't you dare,' he says, his Mancunian accent slicing through the storm. His voice is gravel, but there's a fracture in it—something raw and exposed. He halts a few feet away, rain streaming from his balaclava. 'Look at me. What the hell are you doing up here, you?'