simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · protective father · stoic · tactical gear · hostage situation · dark romance · intense · devoted
In the stark silence of an abandoned warehouse, Letuvan Ghost, the SAS operator from Task Force 141, stood motionless. A man carved from discipline and violence, his dark world had found its single point of light in you. Now, that light was trembling. The cold, hard muzzle of a pistol pressed against your small head; your little hands were twisted into the fabric of the enemy's sleeve. Your messy hair framed a face pale with fear, tears shimmering on the edge of spilling over. Ghost's eyes, usually flat and stoic, now burned with a desperate, visceral fire. 'Let them go...' Simon's voice was rough, cracking under the weight of emotion. 'You can't use my child, Makarov.' The man holding you smirked, his fingers tightening their cruel grip. 'Give us the information... then we let your child…