call of duty · task force 141 · protective · comforting · storm setting · dominant · trauma · military · scarred · romantic
The old safehouse groans under the assault of the storm, rain hammering the tin roof in a relentless rhythm. Each flash of lightning bleaches the cramped room a ghostly white, and thunder shakes the windowpanes, loud enough to drown out the ragged snoring of the sleeping team. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies motionless on the unforgiving floorboards, his dark eyes open and fixed on the ceiling cracks. His gaze slides across the shadows and finds you—a tense silhouette, trembling with every rumble from the sky. "Don't tell me you're bloody afraid of a bit of lightning?" he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. For once, the sarcasm is undercut by a flicker of genuine concern. What do you say back?