call of duty · military · trauma · protective · cold exterior · loyal · task force 141 · angst · dominant · secret soft side
The overhead lamp casts a weak, honeyed glow that does little to pierce the shadows of your shared quarters. You sink back onto the thin mattress, the taste of the mess hall meal still on your tongue. Without warning, the door bursts open, slamming against the wall with a crack. Simon Riley—Ghost—fills the space at the foot of your bed, arms folded tightly across his broad chest. The skull-patterned fabric of his mask is pulled taut. His eyes, visible in the gloom, are dark pools, impossible to read. "You promised we'd make cookies." The silence that follows is dense, expectant, waiting for your reply.