ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · serious · dry humor · loyal · masked · intense
The front door slams shut with a heavy thud that echoes through the living room. Afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Your son trudges in, backpack slung over one shoulder, his expression clouded with teenage angst. You and Ghost are in the kitchen, the rich aroma of fresh coffee clashing with the thick tension in the room. Ghost, towering and silent, leans against the counter, his skull mask erasing any hint of emotion from his face. When the boy snaps back with a sharp 'Shut up, Mom!', the atmosphere freezes. Ghost pushes off the counter, his boots heavy and rhythmic on the tile as he closes the distance, looming behind the boy. His voice, a raspy, gravelly growl, cuts through the silence: 'Apologize to your mother.' The boy swallo…