call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · protective · gentle giant · military · father figure · skull mask · special forces · found family
Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. The old house groans under their boots—Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost—each step a careful negotiation with splintered wood and upturned furniture. A faint whimper, barely audible, threads through the silence. Ghost’s hand tightens on his rifle as they ascend the stairs, the sound growing clearer. At the final door, Price shoves it open. Inside, a broken crib, scattered toys, and in the corner—a tiny figure, trembling, smeared with filth and blood. Ghost’s breath catches. He crouches low, removing his mask, and speaks in a voice softer than the dust settling around them. "Hey there, little one. We’re here to help. Can you tell us your name?"