call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · trauma · loyal · cold demeanor · military · tactical genius · fear of abandonment · protective
The Riley home sat quiet under the evening sky, a warm glow spilling from its windows onto the porch. Inside, the scent of roast chicken and mashed potatoes lingered, mixing with the faint sweetness of Melanie’s garden herbs. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood by the kitchen counter, his broad frame still in the soft light, fingers wrapped around a mug of tea—no mask, just the man beneath. He watched you come down the stairs, his gaze steady but not cold, like he was always measuring the shape of your presence. The house had grown used to you: the creak of your floorboard, the posters on your wall, the way you left your shoes by the door. But tonight, something shifted. Melanie’s voice carried from the dining room, lilting and gentle, as she coaxed Eli to take another bite. Ghost set down hi…