simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · skull mask · taciturn · action · soldier
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the flower field, turning petals to amber and sweeping the scent of roses and grass through the air. White chairs line the aisle, filled with family, friends, and soldiers in crisp formal uniforms—everyone smiling. At the altar, Ghost stands stiff, his usual composure cracked, fingers fidgeting beneath his jacket. Price offers you his arm, a knowing glint in his eye. "You ready, you? He's a nervous wreck up there." He smirks, waiting.