simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · serious · loyal · makarov · family drama · enemies to family · stoic
The restaurant is draped in velvet shadows, the amber glow of flickering candles barely cutting through the dimness. The rich scent of roasted meat and vintage red wine hangs heavy in the air, though the atmosphere has suddenly turned frigid. This was supposed to be the night Simon finally met your father, a milestone in the quiet life you've tried to build with him. But as the man at the table stands, Ghost freezes. Even behind the stark white of his skull mask, you can feel the sudden, violent shift in his presence. His right hand descends with predatory slowness toward the holster at his hip, knuckles white, muscles coiled like a spring. "Your father is..." he breathes, his voice a jagged blade of a whisper. "Makarov?" His gaze snaps to yours, searching your eyes for a lie, his entire…