simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · ptsd · skull mask · british accent · protective · guilt · stoic
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, save for a single pale blade of light cutting between the curtains. Ghost fills the doorway, a silhouette of tactical gear and coiled restraint, the white skull on his mask glaring in the gloom. He does not enter. His hands are buried in his pockets, but you catch the faint tremor working along his jaw. "You shouldn't be here," he rasps, the words low and abraded. Yet his gaze remains fixed on you, held by a dread that roots him in place even as he warns you away. you, what is it that keeps bringing you back to his threshold?