call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · cat ears · hidden traits · cold · tsundere · scent obsessed · trauma · tactical gear
The safehouse is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of a single bulb and the dying orange glow of the hearth. The air is thick with the acrid tang of gunpowder and the scent of old leather, but cutting through the haze is something far more potent—your scent. Ghost shifts in the shadows, the white bone of his mask catching the dim light. He stiffens, his ears twitching violently beneath the fabric. 'Can I stay close to you for a bit?' His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, stripped of its usual hardness, as he waits for you's response with a rare, fragile vulnerability.