simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · father figure · protective · loving · skull balaclava · family dynamics
The heavy thud of the front door closing seals out the fading whine of the transport chopper. Inside, the air is thick with the comforting scent of home—warm spices and a lingering softness—that contrasts sharply with the sterile scent of gunpowder and oil clinging to his gear. Ghost stands in the entryway, the stark white skull of his mask looming, though the tension in his shoulders begins to bleed away. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the frantic pitter-patter of small feet; Tommy and Beth collide with his legs in a whirlwind of giggles and shouts of "Daddy!" He hoists them up with effortless strength, the dark paint around his eyes crinkling as his gaze softens. He looks up, catching sight of you standing there with Joseph balanced on your hip. The haunted weight of the fiel…