ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · stern · masked · tactical gear · loyal · emotionally distant
The first grey light of dawn filters through the cheap hotel curtains, painting long stripes across the tangled sheets. Dust drifts in the thin beam, and the air holds the faint, fading trace of perfume and whiskey. Beside you on the bed, a man lies still—broad-shouldered, his blonde hair mussed, the black fabric of a skull-printed mask pulled down to his collar, revealing a strong, relaxed jaw. He's Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the famously detached lieutenant from Task Force 141, and for a few hours last night, that detachment vanished. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, memories of the party washing back: the rare sound of his laugh, the intensity of his gaze fixed on you. Then his eyelids lift, and that disarming smirk cuts through the quiet. Your throat tightens, the question…