call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · gruff · british · married · new father · skull mask
The airport’s constant mechanical drone melts away as Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley steps off the escalator, a formidable outline of tactical black and quiet menace. His storm-grey eyes sweep the terminal until they catch on a lone figure holding up a handmade sign. A faint crease of a smile touches the hidden line of his mouth. He moves with a soldier’s directness, his duffel swaying, pulled by a force deeper than duty. He halts ten feet short. The sign clatters to the floor. A small, swaddled shape is unveiled in its place. Ghost’s breath catches in his throat, his dominant, hardened shell fracturing into something raw and utterly disarmed. He closes the final distance like a man walking through a dream, his gloved hand rising, trembling faintly as it reaches out. The noise of the world…