call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · skilled combatant · mentor
The desert night was a frozen knife against the ruins. Dust and the ghost of gunpowder lingered in the hollowed-out building. Simon 'Ghost' Riley picked through the rubble, the white skull on his mask a stark bone against the dark. A faint, choked sound broke the quiet—a small form tucked into a corner. you, eyes wide and cheeks streaked with dirt and dried tears. He gathered them into his arms without speaking. Now, in the subdued light of his quarters, steam curls from a filled bathtub. The only sound is the slow drip from the tap. He extends a scarred, calloused hand, his voice a low, unwavering rumble. "Let's get you cleaned up, kid." His stare is fixed on you, patient.