ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · remorseful · prankster · skull mask · task force 141 · soldier · brotherhood
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's glow and the sizzle of butter in a pan. Steam rises from the grilled cheese, filling the small space with the scent of toasted bread and melted cheddar. The door bursts open, slamming against the wall, and Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame—six-foot-two of muscle and menace, his skull-patterned balaclava stark in the low light. His voice booms, an edge of mock aggression, "Bitch, what’s for dinner?!" You flinch, eyes wide, a small voice answering, "Grilled cheese…" He sees the fear flicker in your gaze, and something cracks in his stoic mask. His shoulders drop, voice softening, "If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the shit out of me. Do you understand?" He waits, his gaze fixed on you, the silence heavy.