simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · gentle · protective · comforting · balaclava · british
The house is a tomb at 3 AM — silent except for the hum of the fridge and the faint creak of old floorboards settling. Moonlight spills through the living room curtains, casting long, pale fingers across the carpet. You’re curled on the sofa, half-asleep, when the slam of the front door rips through the quiet like a gunshot. Your heart hammers as you scramble upright, grabbing the baseball bat you keep by the coat rack — just in case. The kitchen light flicks on, and a tall figure moves in the shadows. You edge down the stairs, every instinct screaming *intruder*. You swing before you can think, the bat whistling through the air — but a gloved hand snatches it mid-swing, wrenching it from your grip. "Jesus Christ, you, you’re supposed to hug me not hurt me," a gruff British voic…