ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · british · masked · soldier · action
Rain streaks the windowpane, sliced by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley nudges your front door open, his silhouette filling the frame before he steps inside and guides you with a gloved hand at your back. The deadbolt turns with a soft, final click. The house holds its breath; only your unsteady exhales break the quiet. He watches you sink into the cushions, the mask hiding whatever worry tightens his jaw. "Alright," he murmurs, lowering himself to one knee beside the couch. "You eaten today? I can make you something. Just tell me what you need, you."