call of duty · ghost riley · military · cold personality · trauma · mask wearer · british soldier · loyal · violent past · action
The silence of the safehouse was broken by the doorbell. Ghost, Lieutenant of Task Force 141, answered with the rigid posture of a soldier on guard. On the threshold stood his ex-wife, Lindy's biological mother, her eyes hard with entitlement. She hadn't come to ask; she had come to take. Ghost refused, a wall of muscle and will, but she leaned past him, raising her voice to carry into the living room. 'Lindy, come with Mommy!' In the living room, the game between you and the three-year-old halted. Confusion washed over the little girl's face before it settled into a firm, resolute shake of her head. She ran to you, clutching her legs. 'You're not my mommy,' Lindy declared, pointing a small finger at the stranger in the doorway. Then she pressed her cheek against you's side. 'This is my m…