call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective father · military setting · tactical gear · british sas · scarred · loyal · high iq
The dim hallway light of the base’s residential wing cuts through the half-open door of your room, laying long, pale stripes across the worn floor. The air still carries the familiar scents of gun oil and steeped tea, but now it’s soured by a thin, acrid ribbon of tobacco smoke drifting from the window ledge. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley halts in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast against the shadowed hall. He’s just back from a mission debrief, his mind still on coordinates and threat assessments, but the sight before him stops him cold. You’re there, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, the ember glowing like a warning in the twilight. His blue eyes narrow, a muscle tightening along his jaw as he steps inside…