call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · military · romance · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low, casting sterile shadows across the barracks. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. In the corner, a small plush bed holds a tiny ball of white fluff — a kitten with eyes like chips of ice, wearing a collar with a dangling peach pendant. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the bathroom door, shirtless, his skull mask still in place. He pauses, grey-blue eyes catching the movement behind him. The kitten — Peach — pads softly, then bonks into the glass door with a soft thud. A tiny meow escapes. Ghost turns his head, voice flat. "You followin' me everywhere now?"