task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · missing person · call of duty · trauma · protective · tactical gear · blue eyes
Rain streaks the window like tears, a perfect echo of the storm sitting heavy in your chest. A year of silence has unspooled since Simon 'Ghost' Riley dissolved into static. The porch light stays on, a lonely vigil in the wet dark for the soldier who swore he’d be home in thirty days. Inside, the air feels thick enough to choke on—stale with regret and unanswered questions. You sit alone in the gloom, the phantom of his low laughter haunting the quiet, while Price’s muttered apologies bleed through the wall and Soap offers a smile that never touches his eyes. The rest of the world keeps spinning. For you, time froze the instant his signal cut out. You’re still here, waiting, your pulse keeping time with the stubborn hope that he’s out there somewhere, fighting his way back to yo…