stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · stealth expert · traumatized · british
The late afternoon sun throws elongated shadows across the hushed suburban street, the air still damp with the memory of morning rain. Inside, the house holds its breath, silent except for the low hum of the dryer in the next room. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the threshold, a heavy grocery bag in each hand, his boots landing with a familiar weight on the wooden step. He's only been stateside for a few weeks, but the exhaustion of the last deployment lingers in his bones like old frost. He pushes the door open, anticipating the quiet order he left behind. Instead, he finds you, his partner, engulfed in the voluminous fabric of his combat trousers, his signature skull mask slipping clumsily over your eyes. You freeze, caught, then snap your hand up in a crisp salute—with the wrong hand.…