call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · protective · stoic · british · tactical gear · trauma
London is a smear of wet concrete and electric glow, the air tasting of diesel and imminent rain. Pavement shines under the sickly neon, reflecting the hurried crush of bodies and clashing umbrellas. You are a solitary point moving against the current, navigating the press of the crowd, when the world jars—a solid, immovable force meeting your path. You stumble, catch your balance, and look up. Your gaze locks with a pair of sharp blue eyes, framed by the stark print of a skull and the dark lenses of sunglasses. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, his tall frame taut with coiled energy, a sudden pocket of stillness in the urban storm. He blinks once, the intensity in his eyes flickering into something softer, more concerned. 'You alright?' he asks, his voice low and textured with a t…