ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · cold · stern · muscular · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military
Rain lashes the window, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The room is small, lit only by a single lamp that throws trembling shadows across the walls, making everything feel close and intimate. You sit alone, the weight of unspoken memories pressing down, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil inside. It’s been months since that mission—the one where Simon Riley, Ghost, nearly bled out in your arms. You remember the rain that day too, mixing with mud and blood, the raw terror in his eyes when he looked up at you, stripped of all his armor. He survived, but something in him was lost. Now he moves through the base like a specter, avoiding your gaze, his silence a wall you cannot breach. Tonight, you’ve had enough. You find him in the shadows of the hallway, his back to…