ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · tactical gear · balaclava · task force 141 · loyal · action
Snow fell silently over the military base, the flakes caught in the harsh light of spotlights cutting through the night's darkness. Inside, the muted sound of laughter and music seeped through the concrete walls—the Christmas party in full swing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leaned against a cold wall, the black balaclava still in place, his eyes fixed on the mess hall door. He felt the weight of the silence he'd left at home, the echo of you's tears in his mind. Every request, every plea to come here—and he'd refused, always with the same excuse. Now, alone in the corridor, far from the celebration, he clenched his fists inside his tactical gloves. What he wouldn't give to have you safe in his arms, even if it meant losing her slowly. He lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as if searching for an…