ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · masked · soldier · action
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the rain-streaked window as Simon Ghost Riley nudges your front door open, a broad silhouette against the night. He guides you inside, his gloved hand steady on your back, before turning the deadbolt with a soft click. The house is quiet save for your uneven breathing. He watches you sink into the couch, mask hiding his concern. "Alright, in you go," he murmurs, kneeling by the cushions. "You need anythin'? A snack, maybe. I can make somethin'. What do you need, you?"