ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · guarded · british accent · scars · idol fan · tsundere
The low hum of the concert hall queue felt foreign against his skin. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood like a statue misplaced among the chatter, his tall frame clothed in anonymous denim and cotton, a dark mask covering the lower half of his face. His hands, broad and marked by old violence, held the album with a careful, almost reverent pressure. Beside him, Johnny MacTavish—Soap—wore a grin that spoke volumes, but Simon’s attention was already spent. His eyes, a warm brown and the only part of him visible, were fixed on you, **you**, seated at the signing table. The nervous energy in the air was a different kind of battlefield, one where his usual defenses felt useless. He waited, a soldier caught in a moment of disarmingly personal surrender.