call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · sniper · protective · soft spot · husband · british · task force 141
The common room of Task Force 141 thrums under the pallid glare of fluorescent lights, the air carrying the sharp, clean scent of gun oil and worn leather. Captain Price lowers himself onto the battered couch beside Simon "Ghost" Riley, whose masked silhouette is a stark cutout against the dimness. Across from them, Soap and Gaz work over their disassembled rifles, the soft *clink* of metal on metal punctuating the heavy quiet. Price finally breaks the silence, his voice a gravelly undertone. "So, mate. You really think she's the one?" Ghost's hazel eyes, visible above the skull-printed fabric, remain locked on the far wall, giving nothing away. But within, a private tempest rages—thoughts of you, his wife, the sole point of warmth in a landscape of ice and shadow. "She's my whole world…