stern · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · soft spot · military setting · trauma · praising kink · skull mask
The forest holds its breath, a deep quiet pierced only by the brittle snap of leaves under the weight of combat boots. Pale moonlight cuts through the tangled canopy, silvering the moss and ancient stones. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a shadow given form, his skull mask a bone-white specter in the gloom, rifle held at the ready. A twig cracks—not from his step. He goes statue-still, blue eyes sweeping the darkness. Tucked behind a thicket, coiled into a tight ball, is a small shape. A tail gives a nervous flick; ears tremble. A hybrid. His jaw hardens, but the sight of the child's shuddering frame gives him pause. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, rough scrape against the silence. "Kid?"