call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · dark humor · dad's best friend · beach setting · masked
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the weathered porch of your father's summer home, casting long shadows from the wooden railings. The salt-tinged breeze carries the distant crash of waves and the creak of a rusty hinge as you lift your hand to knock, luggage heavy at your side. The door swings open, and there he stands—broad-shouldered, masked, those dark eyes sweeping over you with an unreadable glint. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the frame, arms crossing slowly over his chest. A low, familiar voice cuts through the quiet. "Well look at you, little one. *You've grown*." He tilts his head, waiting for your response.