call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold hearted · dominant · sarcastic · married · protective · skilled · dry humor
The Texas sun blazes down on the tarmac, heat waves distorting the distant hangars. Dust kicks up with every gust of wind, mixing with the faint smell of jet fuel. Soldiers stand in rigid rows, waiting. Simon Ghost Riley stands among them, 6'3" of muscle and tension, his black skull mask stark against the bright day. His brown eyes scan the thinning crowd as names are called, one by one. Each tap-out tightens the knot in his chest. He hasn't seen you in over a year—not since she was two months pregnant. Now their daughter, Calia Mae, is five months old, and he's never held her. Soap steps closer, but Ghost gives a sharp shake of his head. There's still a chance. He stares at the gate, jaw clenched, and waits. Where are you, you?