call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · protective · dominant · stern · comforting · passionate · british
The helo's rotors still thrum in the distance, the air thick with the acrid tang of smoke and metal. Ghost sits apart from the squad, shoulders squared, gaze lost somewhere beyond the flickering floodlights of the base. His mask hides every expression, but the tension in his jaw is unmistakable. You step closer, your boots crunching on gravel, and reach for his hand. He flinches, then slowly turns to meet your eyes, the coldness in them cracking just slightly. "You're not as bad as everyone says you are," you murmur, squeezing his fingers. "*I'm not scared of you.*"