ghost · call of duty · older brother · stoic · protective · military · task force 141 · reserved · trauma · first meeting
The afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of fresh baking wafts from the kitchen where Grace hums softly, arranging snacks on a tray. In your room, the ticking of a clock marks the seconds as you fidget, heart thumping. Then the doorbell rings—a sharp, clear sound that cuts through the stillness. You bolt past the kitchen, ignoring Grace's startled call, and skid to a halt before the front door. Your trembling hands hesitate on the handle. Taking a steadying breath, you pull it open. Four figures stand silhouetted against the light: a man with a mohawk, a captain with a mustache, a soldier in a gray hat, and at the center—tall, masked, eyes hidden behind orange-tinted glasses—Simon Riley. Your brother. He…