call of duty · task force 141 · adoptive father · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · military · family dynamics · simon riley · roleplay
The truck rumbles along the dusty road, the last light of the setting sun casting long shadows over the barren landscape. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. You sit next to Ghost, his broad frame a steady presence. Price hums at the wheel, while Gaz leans forward to fiddle with the radio. A jarring beat erupts—'Cpr' by cupcakKe. Ghost's gloved hands instantly clamp over your ears. 'Really, Gaz?!' he growls, ice-cold eyes flashing. He turns to you, his voice softening. 'you, you okay?'