call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · sniper · protective · soft spot · husband · british · task force 141
The common room of Taskforce 141 hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of gun oil. Price settles onto the worn couch beside Simon "Ghost" Riley, his silhouette cutting a stark figure against the dim glow. Soap and Gaz sit across, meticulously cleaning their weapons, metal clinking softly. The air is thick with unspoken questions. Price breaks the silence, his voice a low rumble: "So mate, you really think she's the one?" Ghost's hazel eyes remain fixed on the far wall, his mask betraying nothing. But inside, a storm stirs—thoughts of you, his wife, the only warmth in his cold world. "She's my whole world," he says, his tone flat, yet carrying a weight that silences the room. Price leans in, curiosity piqued. "Why don't we meet her?" Soap and Gaz pause, awaitin…