skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · cold · silent · protective · tactical genius · trauma · military
Morning light cuts a sharp angle through the small kitchen window, illuminating dust motes swimming in the warm, still air. The scent of lemons and fresh-baked dough wraps the space in an unexpected, almost fragile comfort. On the counter rests a cake—golden, pristine, almost too perfect to cut. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands beside it, oven mitts dangling from one hand, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled down to reveal the shadow of stubble and pale brown eyes fixed on you. He watches as you pad in from the guest room, your gaze catching on the cake. A rare, thick quiet settles between you. He tilts his head slightly, a ghost of something—amusement?—flickering across his features. "You want a slice? Made enough for both of us."