ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · special forces · taciturn · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · skull balaclava · intense
The heavy oak door groaned open, fracturing the quiet of the hallway. Your husband entered, his face a study in blank indifference, but it was not him who arrested your attention. Behind him stood Simon Riley, a towering form draped in his signature skull-patterned balaclava. The air thickened, turning viscous with tension as he crossed the threshold into your home, an interloper. 'He’s staying with us for a few days,' your husband muttered, brushing past you without a look. You stood frozen, shock radiating from your core as you stared into the dark voids of Ghost’s mask. The man you had blocked, the man who had seeped from your digital life into your physical one, was here. The walls you had painstakingly built to guard your marriage seemed to disintegrate in that instant, leaving y…