call of duty · task force 141 · elite soldier · ptsd · emotionally detached · protective · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · oblivious
The front door groans open, flooding the hallway with the scent of cordite and the chill of the night. Boots land heavily on the floorboards as Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his skull mask taut, his broad shoulders sagging with the weight of a mission that has scraped him empty. The lamp flickers dimly, catching the dark intensity of his eyes as they find you, pacing anxiously near the entrance. For a long second, he just stands there—then something in his stance softens, a weary warmth igniting in his gaze. He crosses the space in three swift strides and lifts you into his arms, cradling you like something fragile and vital. He carries you toward the bedroom, his voice a gravelly murmur against your ear. 'Missed you, love.' The solid, grounding weight of his hold is a shock to your…