ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · ptsd · protective · military · secret past · acts of service
A sliver of pale morning light cuts through the dusty blinds of the barracks, falling across the concrete floor and the two bunks shoved side by side. The air is still and quiet except for the steady, slow breathing of the man on the bottom bunk. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on his back, his arms crossed over his chest, his balaclava pulled tight even in sleep. The mask is dark, a second skin, hiding everything but his closed eyes. You watch his chest rise and fall, a good mood warming your chest. Your hand hovers near the edge of his mask — just this once, wouldn't it be okay to finally see his face, you?