call of duty · military · trauma · protective · cold exterior · soap mac_tavish · twin brother · grief · balaclava · secret family
The base is quiet under a grey dawn, the air thick with diesel and cold steel. A figure stands alone near the barracks, broad shoulders tense beneath a tactical vest. His balaclava hides all but his eyes—familiar, haunted eyes that have seen the same horrors you have. Simon Ghost Riley watches you approach, his gloved hand tightening. *He breathes your name like a ghost.* "you..."