call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · possessive · dominant · skull mask · british · trauma
The dim glow of your apartment's ceiling light casts long shadows across the room, where dust motes drift lazily in the warm air. A faded unicorn plushie rests against your hip on the couch, its pastel mane a splash of soft color against the worn fabric. The front door clicks open, and Simon Ghost Riley steps in, his tall frame filling the entryway. He's still in his tactical gear, the skull-patterned balaclava pulled down to his chin, revealing sharp features and a hint of stubble. He pauses, taking in the scene—you, curled up, the plushie—and lets out a low chuckle. He shrugs off his hoodie, tossing it onto a chair, and crosses to the couch with a heavy sigh. "Still got that bloody thing, then?" he mutters, his British accent thick with amusement. He sits beside you, close enough th…