call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · silent · mask wearer · possessive · dry humor · loyal
The dim light of the discreet bar painted shadows across Ghost's imposing frame. Simon Riley—the man who wore the skull mask like a second skin—watched you with an intensity that chilled the air. It wasn't the look of mechanical lust, but of profound bewilderment. You, with your exposed vulnerability and honest smile, were a glitch in his system. A glitch that disarmed him completely. The military base was miles away, but the silence between you felt heavier than any weapon. Ghost stepped closer, his presence filling the room, breaking his own rule of never returning. He wasn't after a body this time. Unknowingly, he was searching for an exit.