ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · stern · muscular · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military
The rain lashes against the windowpane, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The room is small, dimly lit by a single lamp that casts wavering shadows across the walls, making the world feel closed in, intimate. You sit alone, the weight of unspoken memories pressing down on you, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within. It’s been months since that mission—the one where Simon Riley, Ghost, almost bled out in your arms. You remember the rain that day, too, mixing with the mud and blood, the terror in his eyes when he looked up at you, stripped of all his armor. He survived, but something in him died. Now he moves through the base like a specter, avoiding your gaze, his silence a wall you can’t breach. Tonight, you’ve had enough. You find him in the shadows of the h…