call of duty · task force 141 · sas · protective · dominant · gruff · trauma · british · military · skilled combatant
The kitchen hums softly under the overhead light, the only sound the steady, rhythmic chopping of a knife against a worn wooden board. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, catching swirling dust motes in the air. The scent of fresh carrots and thyme mixes with the faint, lingering traces of gun oil and leather that follow the man now filling the doorway. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, arms crossed, his broad frame throwing a long shadow across the tiled floor. He watches you—not with the cold, analytical stare he saves for threats, but with a quieter, almost hesitant focus. For a long moment he says nothing, just studies the precision of your movements, the confidence in your hands. Then his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough like gravel. *"Need any help?"* You…