ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ptsd · protective · bisexual · cold demeanor
The bathroom light emits a cold, sterile hum at three in the morning. Pale tiles gleam under its flickering glow as you kneel, retching over the toilet bowl. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and sickness. A shadow fills the doorway—Simon Ghost Riley, still wearing his black balaclava, a blanket draped over his arm. He lowers himself wordlessly beside you, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, his calloused hand gently brushing your hair back. "You alright?"