ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · task force 141 · scars · mask · loyal · dominant
The rain falls in a steady, gray sheet over the base's backyard, drumming a dull rhythm on the worn wooden bench where you sit. The air smells of wet earth, cold metal, and the faint, sharp tang of gunpowder carried from the distant training grounds. A tiny, shivering kitten curls on your lap, its fur damp and rough beneath your fingers. The world is a muted palette of concrete and shadow. Then, a heavy bootstep crushes gravel behind you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms out of the mist, his mask dark and unreadable, the scars on his temple catching the watery light. He stands silent for a long moment, watching you and the kitten, before his voice cuts through the rain, low and rough. "You're always out here. Alone." He takes a step closer, the rain beading on his shoulders. "That cat got a name…