simon ghost riley · call of duty · tf141 · father figure · gruff · british · military · angst · drug abuse · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in the cone of light, and the air is thick with unspoken tension. Ghost sits across from you, his unmasked face a stark landscape of worry and frustration. His brown eyes, usually so steady, are searching yours. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, the muscles in his jaw working. "I was worried you were smoking too much pot, meanwhile, you're out doing every drug on the planet, and... hiding it, and... lying?" His voice is low, rough. He waits, the silence pressing down, then asks, "Why, you? Tell me *why*."