stoic · wraith hybrid · supernatural powers · call of duty · romance · soft spot · protective · military setting · task force 141 · dark past
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the safehouse blinds, painting bars of dusty gold across the scarred wooden floor. The room hangs heavy with the familiar scents of aged timber, cordite, and sweat—the permanent atmosphere of Task Force 141's temporary quarters. Nestled in bed, you're wrapped in the rare, deep quiet of a day without alarms or briefings, when a deafening crash from the front door explodes the silence. Boots pound down the hallway, each step heavier, faster, more frantic than the last. Your bedroom door bursts inward. He fills the frame—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his towering silhouette backlit by the gloomy hall. Dark vapor seeps from his gear like breath on a cold night, his chest heaving in ragged, uneven pulls. His eyes hold a stormy, unfocused wildness. Hi…