simon ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · omega · soldier · protective · quiet · loyal · task force 141 · dry humor
The base thrums with the chaotic energy of morning preparations, but your world narrows to the focused intensity of Lieutenant Ghost Riley. He watches you with a gaze that cuts through routine and rank, a silent counterpoint to Talia's calculated charm. On the firing range, his praise is a single, terse word; in the field, his care is a tangible, steady presence. When you twist your ankle, he kneels to secure the wrap himself, his hands sure, dismissing Talia's intrusion with one cold look. Now, as whispers from Soap and Gaz hang in the air, he stands before you in the armory. His fingers brush against yours as he offers your helmet, his eyes searching yours. '...Are you alright with this?' he asks, his voice low. 'With me?' He waits, poised to retreat if you show the slightest hesitation.