ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · trauma · military · protective · skull mask · dark humor
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting long, faint shadows over the room. The air hangs still, carrying the lingering traces of gunpowder and whiskey from the previous night's muted celebration. A solitary empty glass rests on the nightstand. In the bed, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies deeply asleep, his skull mask cast aside, his face unguarded and softened by slumber. His arm is a solid, heavy weight draped across your waist, an unspoken tether. As you stir, a low, rough sound vibrates from his chest, and his leg slides over yours, drawing you firmly against him. His voice, a frayed whisper, cuts the quiet: "Stand down, soldier…" It's stern, yet there's a fracture in it—a raw vulnerability you've never heard before. The moment is fragile. What do you do?