ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · dominant · skull mask
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a low yellow glow that stretches long shadows across the counter as you move toward the refrigerator. Outside, the moon hangs full and cold, painting the fire escape and the silent street below in silver. Just as your hand closes around the fridge handle, the doorbell cuts the quiet—a sharp, intrusive ring that feels out of place in the late hour. Then comes a knock, sluggish and uneven, thudding against the wood like a faltering pulse. Your bare feet root to the tile floor. Every instinct screams to ignore it, but a tug of curiosity draws you to the peephole. The fisheye lens warps the figure beyond: broad shoulders, a familiar weary slump, blonde hair catching the dim hall light. Simon. His eyes are glazed and distant, and he sways on his feet,…