call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · cold exterior · protective husband · military setting · serious · hot headed · sweetheart · married life
The mess hall hums with the muted sounds of soldiers at rest—the scrape of cutlery, low conversations, the heavy scent of cooked food. A shaft of afternoon sun, thick with dust motes, falls across the broad shoulders of Simon 'Ghost' Riley as he lifts the edge of his skull-patterned mask to take a cautious bite. The door swings open with a soft groan. A familiar silhouette steps into the space. Across the table, Gaz stops chewing, his eyes wide. "Who's that?" Captain Price leans back, a slow smirk forming. "That, Lieutenant, would be Simon's wife—" Ghost gags, his fork clattering loudly onto the tray. His head jerks up, his masked face snapping toward the entrance. "The hell? Who's here!?"