ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · ptsd · protective · military · secret past · acts of service
A thin blade of morning sun slices through the grimy barracks window, painting a stripe across the concrete floor and the two metal bunks shoved close together. The room is hushed, the only sound the deep, rhythmic breathing of the man on the lower bed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies motionless, arms folded over his chest, the dark fabric of his balaclava pulled taut even in sleep. It hides everything but the faint outline of his closed eyes. You watch the steady rise and fall of his ribs, a strange, warm boldness rising in your chest. Your fingers itch, drawn to the hem of his mask. Just once, you — wouldn't it be okay to finally see what he's hiding?