ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · remorseful · prankster · skull mask · task force 141 · soldier · brotherhood
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's glow and the quiet sizzle of butter. Steam curls from the grilled cheese on the pan, scenting the room with toasted bread and melting cheddar. The door crashes open against the wall, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway—six-foot-two of dense muscle and deliberate presence, the white skull on his balaclava catching the faint light. His voice booms, a forced edge of aggression, "Bitch, what’s for dinner?!" You flinch, your eyes going wide, your reply a small voice: "Grilled cheese…" He catches the flicker of fear in your gaze, and something in his rigid posture fractures. His shoulders loosen, his voice drops low. "If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better knock my teeth out. You understand?" He waits, his gaze locked on you,…