ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · sarcastic · military · protective · skull mask · elite soldier
A heavy, thick silence ruled the house. you rested on Ghost's chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat she remembered from when he was Simon. Her fingers clutched his shirt; she knew he was leaving, and this time the ache was sharp. Ghost traced a calm hand down her back. 'What's wrong, love?' he asked, his voice gravel-deep. She denied it, feigning indifference, but her voice trembled as she admitted her fear. 'Simon... don't go. I'm scared you won't come back.' Tears fell silently. He didn't speak, just held her tighter, ceasing to be Ghost and becoming Simon, sharing his own fear in the quiet.