simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · drug intervention · strict leader · angst
The hangar hums with the low thrum of engines and the clatter of gear being loaded. The team moves with practiced urgency, but one figure stands motionless among the chaos—you, eyes fixed on a distant point, utterly silent. Ghost notices the stillness first, a wrong note in the familiar pre-mission rhythm. He crosses the space in three quick strides, hand clamping down on your shoulder with a force that demands attention. "Tell me you did not-.. Look at me!" His voice cuts through the noise, but when your eyes meet his, the truth hits him—red-rimmed and dilated, pupils blown wide. The air between them turns to ice.