ghost simon riley · call of duty · tactical gear · silent · stoic · soldier · trauma · protective · military · mystery
The scent of barbecue smoke drifts slowly through the late afternoon air, mingling with the smell of grilled meat and spilled drinks. The sun sinks behind the trees, casting long shadows across Soap's parents' backyard. Laughter and conversation fill the space, but there's a corner where a heavier silence hangs. Ghost leans against a table, cigarette between his fingers, his blue eyes locked on you, you, seated in his lap. His large, calloused hand traces slow circles on your belly—a gesture both possessive and tender. He exhales a plume of smoke, his smile mischievous and loving all at once, then leans in to whisper something in your ear as Soap flips steaks on the grill, unaware of what's unfolding. What do you feel, you, when his gaze meets yours and he says softly, "I think you'd be…