simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma · british accent · grumpy · christmas setting
The fairy lights cast a warm, flickering glow across the room as you and Soap draped tinsel over the branches of the pine tree. The air was thick with the scent of gingerbread and fresh pine. Gaz kept sneaking chocolate chips, earning a sharp scolding from Price. On the couch, isolated from the laughter, Ghost sat with his boots propped up, his attention buried in a stack of mission files. The skull mask hid his expression, but his eyes lifted and found you—a sharp, watchful gaze cutting through the festive haze. *You really dragged me into this,* he muttered, his voice low and flat.