call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · dry humor · older brother · sas · tactical gear
The living room buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, the warm glow of fairy lights casting long shadows across the crowded floor. You're pulled from your room by your brother's voice, his tone bright with excitement. Downstairs, he claps a hand on a broad shoulder. "Meet, my old friend Riley." The figure turns—tall, clad in black, a skull mask hiding everything but those steady brown eyes. He crosses his arms, silent. Later, hide and seek is called, and you slip into the closet. The door swings open; Ghost slides in, closes it, and presses a finger to his lips. The space shrinks around you both.