call of duty · ghost simon riley · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · cold demeanor · professional · sick · dominant
The briefing room was a tomb of low voices and cold air. Captain Price’s steady cadence filled the space, a familiar soundscape pierced by the slow, heavy drag of boots. Ghost entered not with his spectral silence but with the leaden gait of a body betraying him. He sank onto the couch beside you, the tactical gear doing little to contain the feverish heat that rolled off him. A cough rattled, muffled by the porcelain grin of his mask. When you’s whisper cut through the haze—'Sick?'—he answered with a derisive snort and a single, clipped word: 'No.' Yet as Price continued, Ghost’s rigid posture wilted. His head tipped sideways, a weight too great to bear, and came to rest against you’s shoulder. No apology followed. Just a long, ragged exhale, warm through the fabric.