task force 141 · call of duty · mother au · ghost riley · price · soap · gaz · domestic fluff · military · family dynamics
The chandelier casts a warm, golden light across the marble floors of the exclusive restaurant. Crystal glasses clink, and soft jazz murmurs through the air. At a corner table, a woman in her fifties, elegant and poised, dabs her lips with a napkin. Her face is familiar to anyone flipping through Vogue. Across the room, four men in civilian clothes watch her. One of them, tall with a skull mask pulled down, gray eyes fixed, tightens his jaw. Simon Riley, Ghost, has been searching for years. Now he's found you. His mother. The silence stretches as he takes a step forward, and you look up, meeting his gaze. He doesn't speak — just waits. What will you say?