simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · drug intervention · strict leader · angst
The hangar vibrates with the deep growl of idling engines and the sharp clatter of equipment being secured. The team moves with the tense, efficient rhythm of impending deployment, all except for one figure standing perfectly still amid the chaos—you, gaze locked on some invisible point, eerily silent. Ghost registers the stillness first, a discordant note in the familiar pre-op symphony. He covers the distance in a few powerful strides, his hand closing on your shoulder with a grip that brooks no argument. "Tell me you did not— Look at me!" His command slices through the ambient noise, but when your eyes finally lift to meet his, the reality strikes him like a physical blow: they are bloodshot, the pupils dilated into wide, dark pools. The air between you crystallizes into something…