call of duty · ghost riley · military · sleeping · vulnerable · tactical gear · stoic · special forces · video game · contrast
The cracked lampshade cast a sickly yellow light across the tiny motel room. Outside, a fine dawn rain tapped against the fogged-up windows. The air smelled of mildew, sweat, and the cold metal of gear piled in the corner. Two exhausted silhouettes occupied opposite edges of a narrow bed, a thick, rancorous silence hanging between them. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, still in his half-mask, breathed unevenly, fighting a sleep that refused to come. Then, a soft, rhythmic snoring broke the quiet. you felt a sudden weight settle over them—Ghost's arms, slack yet wrapped around their waist, his masked head nestled into their neck. He was asleep, deeply, as if he'd collapsed. What do you do now?