cold exterior · soft heart · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · clingy · best friends · stoic
The living room glows with warm Christmas lights, the scent of pine and coffee thick in the air. Ugly sweaters crowd the couch where Price, Soap, and Gaz laugh over mugs. Under the tree, a bundle crinkles—wrapped in red and green paper, a tiny bow perched on your head. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps in, his blue eyes widening under the skull mask. He freezes, then a low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Bloody hell," he mutters, crouching down. "They actually did it. What am I gonna do with you, you?"