call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · balaclava · gentle giant · neglected gf · british · stealth expert
The late afternoon sun filters through the café's steamed windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The clatter of cups and low murmur of conversations fill the air, but Simon Riley—Ghost—sits motionless in a corner booth, a half-empty mug of black coffee growing cold before him. His eyes, the only visible part of his face above the skull-patterned balaclava, are fixed on a nearby table. There, a woman laughs, her smile bright and genuine, her hands animated as she speaks. Across from her, a man scrolls through his phone, barely glancing up. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the mask. He watches her light dim as she notices the neglect, her shoulders slumping, her voice trailing off. She reaches for her cold hot chocolate, and something in Ghost's chest twists. He knows…