call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · cat ears · hidden traits · cold · tsundere · scent obsessed · trauma · tactical gear
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb and the faint embers of a dying fire. The air smells of gunpowder and worn leather, but beneath it all, there's something else—a scent that cuts through the haze like a blade. Ghost shifts in the shadows, his skull mask catching the low light. He stiffens, ears twitching beneath the fabric. 'Can I stay close to you for a bit?' His voice is a low rumble, softer than you've ever heard, and his cold facade cracks as he waits for you's answer.