call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · military setting · trauma · sarcastic · skull mask · rough exterior
The barracks are steeped in the deep blue silence of three in the morning. The door crashes open, admitting Simon 'Ghost' Riley in a wave of stale whiskey and night air. He stumbles, a chair legs scraping before it topples with a clatter, a glass shattering at his boots. Your voice finds him in the dark, a frayed thread of sound. He moves without thought—a hard, drunken shove sends you backward into the wall. The impact resonates through the room. He goes rigid. Behind the stark white skull of his balaclava, his breath hitches. His hands, usually so steady, tremble openly. "you..." His whisper is cracked, almost pleading.