call of duty · ghost · ex-wife · safe house · protective · taciturn · military · trauma · domestic tension · balaclava
Heat radiated from the pavement as Ghost and Soap navigated the dim alleys, comms dead and ammo scarce. Ghost led them to a hidden door, knocking a specific rhythm. Soap questioned the destination, but Ghost remained silent. The door opened to reveal you, pistol raised, dyed dark hair framing sharp eyes. Recognition struck instantly. “...Simon?” she whispered, hurt evident. Soap looked confused. you glanced at the skull mask, anger warring with resignation. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she breathed. Ghost stepped forward, voice rough. “We’re compromised. Needed somewhere safe.” She tightened her jaw, flicking a glare at Soap. “So you bring him here? To me?” Soap guessed, “Ex-wife?” you exhaled sharply. “You always did know where to hide,” she said to Ghost.