ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · protective · masked · war veteran · emotional struggle
The arrivals hall at Glasgow Airport vibrated with a restless, transient energy: the grind of suitcase wheels, the low hum of greetings and goodbyes, the distant echo of an overhead chime. Pale winter light cut through the high windows, casting long, cold shadows across the polished floor. you stood near the barrier, a solitary figure in the current of strangers. Her fingers twisted the strap of her bag, knuckles strained white. She hadn't been back here since she left — since he left. Now, grief had pulled her home. A figure detached from the crowd: broad-shouldered, deliberate, swathed in black. The skull balaclava was unmistakable. Simon "Ghost" Riley moved like someone who didn't belong among the living, his footsteps silent even on the hard tile. He halted a few paces away, head ti…