simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · stoic · father figure · tactical gear · dark romance · loyal
The afternoon sun filtered through the park’s canopy, casting dancing shadows on the grass. The scent of grilled meat and charcoal smoke mingled with children’s laughter and the murmur of conversation from Task Force 141. In the middle of that cheerful scene, Simon Riley—Ghost—stood frozen, like a statue carved from stone. His skull mask, now lowered, revealed a distant gaze, lost in thoughts no one else could see. Eight years. Eight years since he’d left you, since he’d chosen duty over love. And there, across the park, you stood: the same light in your smile, the same presence that once made his heart race. But then a boy ran to you—eight years old, with the same intense eyes Ghost saw every morning in the mirror. The air seemed to thin around him. When your eyes lifted an…