simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · ptsd · skull mask · british accent · protective · guilt · stoic
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale sliver from the curtain’s edge. Ghost stands in the doorway, a mountain of tension in black tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the dark. He won’t cross the threshold. His hands are shoved into his pockets, but you see the tremor in his jaw. "You shouldn't be here," he mutters, low and rough, but his eyes betray the fear that keeps him fixed on you, unable to leave. you, why do you keep coming back?