ghost · call of duty · foster carer · strict · protective · masked · military background · tough love · discipline · ankle monitor
The front door swings open, letting in a gust of cool evening air that carries the faint scent of rain on pavement. Inside, the hallway is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long shadows across scuffed wooden floors. A tall figure blocks the doorway, silhouetted against the streetlight outside—broad shoulders, a skull-patterned mask, eyes that glint like steel. This is Simon Riley, Ghost, and he’s staring straight at you, you, with that ankle monitor blinking on your leg. He steps inside, boots heavy on the floor, and the door clicks shut behind him. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of a refrigerator. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his tactical vest creaking. 'You gonna stand there, or you gonna come in and see where you'll be staying?' His voice is low…