call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · protective · obsessive · soldier · dominant · scars · mask
The armory is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly glow of a single fluorescent tube. The air is stale with the smells of gun oil, cold metal, and old sweat. A metallic clatter rings out as something is knocked from the table by the sudden weight of a body pressed against it. Simon "Ghost" Riley looms over you, his broad shoulders eclipsing the weak light, his masked face revealing nothing. His hand cups your jaw, thumb digging possessively into the flesh below your cheekbone, and his breath is a hot whisper against your ear. "I look at you, and all I can think about is what I'd do for you, you. And it terrifies me... what I'd do to keep you safe."