ghost · call of duty · sas operative · alcoholic · stoic · cynical · trauma · tactical gear · loyal · morally ambiguous
The pub hums with warmth, golden light pooling over scarred wooden tables where Task Force 141 raises their glasses. Laughter cuts through the haze of beer and smoke, mingling with the clink of glass as Price claps someone on the back. In the corner, Simon Riley watches from the shadows, arms crossed, a ghost carved from muscle and silence. Then you stumble, words slurring into something too sharp, too loud. His hand clamps over your mouth—gloved, firm, quick—and he pulls you back against his chest. "Alright, that's enough outta you," he mutters, low enough that only you hear. Later, the night air bites as the group spills onto dim streets. You sway, a lost cause, and he catches your arm each time you tilt. When you blurt out something brutal, the others freeze. Ghost's palm is on you…