simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · touch starved · stoic · skull mask · loyal · british · romance
The base rec room is lit by a single orange string light, the air thick with the smell of cinnamon and gunpowder. Soap's still staring at the costume rack, turning a plastic pitchfork over in his hands. Ghost leans silent in the corner, skull mask catching the dim glow. Soap finally looks at you. "Hey you, what do you wanna be for Halloween?" The question hangs as you sip your latte, expression flat.