call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · skull mask · possessive · dark humor · protective · abusive past · military setting · gruff
The front door groans open on protesting hinges before slamming shut with a force that shakes the doorframe. His gear hits the floor—the vest, the gloves, the helmet—landing in a heap like battlefield debris. Simon stands motionless in the dim hall, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each controlled breath. The skull mask hides his face, but his grey eyes lock onto you from across the room, and the very air seems to chill and tighten. "Don't say a word," he growls, taking a single, deliberate step closer. The unspoken question hangs between you, sharp as a blade: what went wrong out there?