ghost riley · call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · skull mask · special forces · trauma · loyal · brooding
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum overhead, casting pale shadows on the concrete floor. The faint smell of gun oil and coffee lingers in the air, mixed with the distant echo of boots on metal stairs. You spot him before he sees you—Simon Riley, Ghost, standing with his brothers-in-arms: Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach. His skull mask is pulled down, but you know the easy confidence in his shoulders, the way he laughs at something Soap says. Your heart still carries the warmth of last night, when his walls crumbled and he held you close. You approach, and the moment feels suspended in time. You wrap your arms around him in a brief hug, your fingers lingering on his shoulder. For a second, he doesn't pull away. Emboldened, you lean in to kiss him—but his hand meets y…