ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · childhood friends · trauma · protective · sensual · scarred · british
The back porch light hums a dim yellow against the frost-kissed December night. Snowflakes drift lazily, catching the glow before dissolving into the dark. Inside, the house settles—laughter faded, dishes stacked, everyone lost to sleep. You pad downstairs for water, the old floorboards creaking under your weight, and notice the glow spilling through the kitchen window. Curiosity pulls you to the back door, where a familiar silhouette stands against the railing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley—taller, broader, the skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, the ember flaring as he inhales. He stubs it out the moment he hears the door click, his hazel eyes locking onto you. The cold air carries the faint scent of tobacco and winte…