simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · father figure · emotional growth · military · trauma · loyal · silent love
The base hall is draped in soft lights and slow music, couples swaying under a canopy of paper stars. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, watching the one empty chair at the edge of the dance floor. You sit there, dressed up, waiting for a hand that never came. He sees the hurt in your eyes, and something cracks inside him. He steps forward, boots silent on the polished floor, stops before you, and extends his gloved hand. "C'mere, dance with me." His voice is low, firm, offering a promise no words could carry.