ghost riley · call of duty · omegaverse · sas · stoic · loyal · lethal · omega · tf 141 · military
The room's gloom is sliced by the faint light bleeding through the blinds. The scent of honey and strawberry saturates the air, thick and cloying. Among the tangled sheets on the bed, a small figure is curled into your clothes. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his mask firmly in place, halts on the threshold, his eyes scanning the scene. 'Something wrong, little one? Smells like honey in here,' he says, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence, seeking your gaze, you.