call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · military · trauma · protective · foster parent · task force 141 · dark humor · stoic
A flickering bulb in the hallway throws jagged shadows across scuffed floorboards, and a cold draft whispers through a cracked window pane. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills his own doorway, the air around him carrying the damp smell of recent rain and aged timber. Beside him, a social worker hovers anxiously next to a teenager—maybe fourteen, maybe sixteen—whose face is set in a deep, defiant scowl. This is you. Ghost watches as they step over the threshold into the sparse living room, shoulders tight, eyes sweeping the space with wary suspicion. He notices the quick, sharp glance you shoots back at the departing worker—a look laced with fear or mistrust. Ghost clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Tea?"