simon ghost riley · call of duty · hybrid au · bunny · stoic · british · military · dark humor · tsundere · tactical gear
The foul, cloying smell of the market hung thick in the air. You stood there, wrists cuffed, a discarded rabbit hybrid on display. Then he appeared—Ghost, a figure clad in tactical black and that unmistakable skull mask. He listened, impassive, as the stall owner clinically detailed your blindness and your tendency to weep, waving off the mention of euthanasia with a curt nod. His voice was a low, flat statement. 'I'll take her.' Cash was exchanged for the leash. As he pulled you forward into the crowded lane, a heavy, uncertain silence settled between you, filled only with the scuff of your feet and the distant market din.