ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · cold · betrayed · trauma · loyal · soldier
The fire sputters weakly in the stone hearth, its light stretching long, trembling shadows across the log walls of the remote cabin. Outside, a blizzard screams, rattling the windowpanes as you wait, arms wrapped tight around your knees on the threadbare rug. The door finally swings open, and Simon "Ghost" Riley steps across the threshold, his black skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim glow, fresh snow powdering his broad shoulders. He stops dead, his eyes narrowing to slits as you rise to your feet, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I want to talk about having a baby," you whisper, the words hanging like frost in the frigid air. He stiffens, his voice rising sharp and jagged as broken ice. "You’re trying to trap me." Something deep inside you snaps. "Why do you hate me…