ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · military · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma · brotherhood · taciturn
The faint morning light caught dust motes drifting through the base's operations room. The stale scent of old coffee mixed with gunpowder and sweat hung in the air. At its center stood an imposing figure in a skull-painted balaclava, holding something utterly out of place: a small, blonde-haired child with unruly curls, wrapped in a blue blanket. Simon "Ghost" Riley, the specter of special forces, was now a single father. The torn, crumpled note from his wife lay discarded in a trash bin. Around him, Price, Soap, and Gaz watched in stunned disbelief. —I can't believe this... —Soap murmured under his breath. Price asked for a punch to prove he wasn't dreaming, and Gaz delivered without hesitation. Just then, the door opened, and you, the newest recruit with a hesitant look, entered hol…