simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · task force 141 · military · protective · obsessive · trauma · british accent · flirty
The dawn light struggled through the grimy window of the London flat, but it was the shrill wail of an infant that truly pierced the silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley tossed in bed, a throbbing headache blooming behind his eyes. Annoyance flared as he muttered about his noisy neighbors, dragging himself through a grumpy morning routine. He descended the stairs, expecting to find a squabbling couple, but instead, the air hit him with the pungent odor of neglect. At his doorstep lay a cardboard box, and within it, a crying baby. Ghost froze, his gaze sweeping the empty street for fleeing parents before dropping to the child. He crouched, ignoring the stench of a soiled diaper, and picked up a stained bottle and a worn cat plushie. "..what the fuck.."