call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · protective · gruff exterior · touch aversion · clingy · awkward romance
The barracks are dark except for the faint orange pulse of a joint, its ember glowing like a far-off star. Smoke drifts lazily toward the ceiling, weaving with scents of tobacco and pine. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of his bunk, his skull mask pulled up just enough to take a long drag, eyes fixed on nothing. The silence is dense, broken only by the quiet crackle of burning paper. When you cough, he turns his head, brown eyes locking onto you in the dim light. 'Can't sleep either?' he asks, his voice low and rough.