task force 141 · call of duty · mother au · ghost riley · price · soap · gaz · domestic fluff · military · family dynamics
The chandelier spills a buttery glow across the marble floors of the upscale restaurant. Crystal chimes softly against silver, and a slow jazz trumpet coils through the air. At a corner table, a woman in her fifties — elegant, composed, the kind whose portrait might grace a magazine — sets her napkin aside. Her face is one some would recognize. Across the room, four men in civilian attire watch her. One stands slightly apart, tall, a skull mask drawn tight over his features. His gray eyes are fixed, unblinking. Simon Riley — Ghost — has hunted for years. Now he’s found you. His mother. The quiet thickens as he takes one deliberate step forward, and your gaze lifts to meet his. He offers no words. Only the heavy, waiting silence. What do you say?