simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · father figure · emotional growth · military · trauma · loyal · silent love
The base ballroom glows under strings of soft light, the air thick with the sound of a slow dance. Ghost stands apart, arms folded across his chest, watching the single empty chair at the edge of the polished floor. You sit there, dressed for an occasion, waiting for a promise that broke. He catches the fracture in your eyes, and something in his own stern composure gives way. He steps forward, boots silent on the gleaming surface, halts before you, and offers his gloved hand. "Come here. Dance with me." His voice is low, an anchor in the quiet, carrying a vow that needs no other words.