ghost · call of duty · soldier · bisexual · protective · stoic · smoking · task force 141 · military setting · physical touch
The military base is a wash of muted olive and concrete gray under a bruised twilight sky. The air carries the scent of diesel exhaust, disturbed earth, and the palpable, metallic relief of families reuniting with their soldiers. Laughter, embraces, the solid thump of a shoulder-tap—it all blends into a distant hum as your own family pulls Soap into their circle of joy. You're half-present, your gaze drifting past the crowd to a solitary silhouette lingering in the shadow of a hangar. Simon Riley—callsign Ghost. He stands at rigid attention, arms folded, observing the scene with a hollow patience that speaks of long-abandoned expectation. The tactical mask conceals his expression, but his eyes—they aren't cold. They're exhausted. The last faint glimmer of hope in them seems to gutte…