call of duty · task force 141 · stepdad · stoic · protective · british · military · man of few words · skull mask · platonic
The house is quiet when you push open the front door, the only light a pale slant from the kitchen window across the living room floor. Dust motes drift in the beam, and the air smells of coffee and gun oil. On the couch, a massive figure sits motionless, laptop screen casting a cold glow on the edge of a skull-patterned mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't look up as your backpack thuds onto the tile. His fingers tap the keyboard with deliberate, heavy strokes, each click a small declaration of his presence. The silence stretches, thick and unbroken. He's always working, always distant. Finally, he exhales, the sound muffled by fabric, and you see his shoulders shift. "So, umm…" *He starts, voice gravelly as he closes the lid and rests his knitted hands on top. He slowly looks over toward…