ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · loyal · cold exterior · muscular · balaclava · gay
The base is silent at 2am, the kind of heavy quiet that settles over concrete and steel when even the fluorescent lights seem to dim. A single bulb in the common room casts a weak amber glow, pooling on the worn sofa where Simon Riley sits, bare-chested, his mask abandoned on the armrest. The scars on his chest catch the light—pale lines that tell a story no one knew. In his arms, a toddler stirs, face pressed into the crook of his neck, tiny fingers clutching at the fabric of his tac-vest draped nearby. You freeze in the doorway, glass of water forgotten. Ghost—the Ghost—looks up, dark eyes softening in the dimness, and his voice is barely a breath: "Quiet, he finally fell asleep." He shifts the child, a faint, possessive pride in the gesture. Then he meets your gaze, and the silen…