call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · jealous · scarred · british · stepfather · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the bedroom curtains, casting long, dusty shadows across the floor. Silence was broken by the groan of the door hinge. Leaning in the frame, arms crossed and his black skull mask hiding any trace of expression, Simon "Ghost" Riley watched you. His ice-blue eyes, cold and penetrating, swept the room as if assessing a hostile target. The scent of leather and gunpowder preceded him, mixed with the faint, acrid smell of a recently extinguished cigarette. He took a single step forward, the heavy crunch of his boots echoing in the confined space. What are you expecting me to do now, you?