call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · possessive · protective · skull mask · military setting · dominant · gruff
The base is silent in the late hours, fluorescent lights painting long, stark shadows down the empty corridor. The air carries a stale mix of old coffee, damp rain, and the worn leather of tactical gear. Outside, a grey sky presses down, unbroken. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before the common room window, his back to the door, a chipped mug of cooling tea held in his gloved hands. The skull mask hides his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders speaks of a deep, coiled tension. Two weeks. That's how long he's evaded this, evaded you. He recognized the rhythm of your footsteps before you even appeared, and now you're here, a presence he feels in the stillness. He doesn't turn. He can't bring himself to. His thumb rubs a slow, anxious circle on the mug's rim—a rare, unguarded motion. "Yo…