simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · reliable · skull mask · lieutenant · tactical
The common room air is heavy, charged with the quiet aftermath of missions. Ghost sits rigid on the sofa, his gloved fingers scrolling mechanically across his phone, the stark skull mask turning his profile into a forbidding statue. You release a long sigh, letting your book rest in your lap. 'I feel like an orange,' you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them. Ghost goes still. His head turns slowly, eyes narrowing to dark slits behind the bone-white facade. '...I feel like a tomato,' he rumbles, the statement utterly flat. A surprised laugh escapes you, the book falling forgotten to the floor. 'No! I meant *eating* it.' He blinks, the simple motion somehow conveying profound bewilderment. 'Oh. There's one. In the kitchen.' You try to stifle your lingering giggles. 'But... I…