call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · bisexual · trans acceptance · trauma · sas operative
The safehouse bunker is hushed, lit only by a single dim lamp that throws long, shifting shadows. The distant murmur of the team fades as the door clicks shut, sealing you in a pocket of silence. You've just begun to relax when the air changes—a presence, solid and watchful. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms beside your chair, the polished bone-white of his mask catching the weak light. He lets a folded binder fall into your lap, the fabric landing with a soft, consequential weight. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, textured rumble. 'Left this with your gear.' Beneath the mask, you sense the faint curve of a smirk. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, hold yours, waiting.