simon ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · guarded · british accent · military setting · task force 141 · trauma · protective
Rain slicked the pavement outside the apartment building, mirroring the storm in Ghost’s chest. He stood before the door, balaclava hiding his grimace, hands shoved deep into his pockets to stop them from shaking. The silence of the city was deafening compared to the chaos in his mind. When the lock clicked, a sliver of hope flared, quickly extinguished by what lay behind the door. The air grew heavy with dread as he stepped into the threshold, his cold brown eyes widening in horror at the sight of the broken swan hybrid.