cold exterior · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · age gap · protective · trauma · military setting · loyal · reserved
The rain hammers down on the quiet street, each drop catching the dim glow of a single porch light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, sodden and silent, a small gift box clutched in his gloved hand. His shoulders are heavy, fresh off a deployment that left him hollow. He looks up at the door—you's door—and for the first time in weeks, his chest feels a bit lighter. He knocks, waiting.