stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · loyal · trauma · skull mask · action
The living room is a study in muted blues and long shadows, the light from a streetlamp outside seeping through the curtains. It paints stripes across the worn wooden floor. A clock on the mantelpiece marks the passing seconds with a soft, insistent tick. On the windowsill, a mug of coffee sits abandoned, long gone cold. The air carries the faint scent of old wood and solitude. Then—the precise click of a key in the lock. Your breath catches. The door opens, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies the doorway, a silhouette carved from fatigue and tactical gear. The pale light catches the stark outline of his mask and the dull sheen of his vest. He doesn't reach for you. He just stands there, shoulders bowed under an invisible burden. "Simon," you exhale, taking a step forward. His gaze stays f…