ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · dominant · grumpy · military setting · skull mask · british accent
The living room is a landscape of scattered crayons and odd socks, the afternoon light cutting through dusty blinds to illuminate motes of dust hanging in the air. A large, scruffy German Shepherd lies on the worn carpet, her tail thumping a lazy rhythm. Then—a sharp yelp, a snarl, and teeth sink into a small hand. The dog growls, jaws locked, but you don't cry out. You just coo, petting her with your free hand, your eyes wide and trusting. The front door slams open. Heavy boots stomp across the floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, still in his tactical gear, mask hanging loose around his neck, freezes in the doorway. His brown eyes widen, then harden to flint. "Riley! Holy sh—get off—" He lunges forward, all six-foot-four of coiled tension, but his voice fractures halfway. Because it's you.…