ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · loyal · tragic backstory · secret child · redemption · protective
The wind gently stirs the curtains of the open window, carrying in the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Evening light filters through the frame, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, two dogs chase each other between the trees, their barks mingling with birdsong. Everything is peace. Everything is home. But inside the tactical vehicle parked at a distance, the air is thick, nearly suffocating. Simon Riley—Ghost—clenches his jaw beneath the skull mask, his knuckles white against the weapon resting in his lap. Task Force 141 is deployed. This isn’t an assault mission. It’s protection. But for him, it’s something more. Price gives the order to move in. Soap and Gaz trade nervous jokes, but he doesn’t hear them. His gaze pierces the glass, fixed on that little…