stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · skilled fighter · dry wit · trauma · protective · arranged marriage · task force 141
The penthouse is steeped in the low, amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floors. Dust motes dance in the last light, disturbed by the heavy thud of a duffel bag hitting the floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of a soldier returned from the field. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, a silhouette of broad shoulders and hardened edges, his skull mask still in place. He kicks off his boots with weary precision, the clatter echoing in the silence. He moves down the hall, drawn by an unexpected sound—your soft laughter, drifting in from the balcony. He stops at the kitchen threshold, watching you through the glass door, phone pressed to your ear. After five months of silence, he's a stranger in his own home. He c…