cold exterior · soft heart · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · clingy · best friends · stoic
The living room is soft with Christmas light, the air rich with pine and freshly brewed coffee. Price, Soap, and Gaz lounge on the couch in their awful sweaters, trading low laughs. Beneath the tree, a rustle of red and green paper gives you away, a small bow fixed atop your head. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the room and halts. His blue eyes sharpen behind the skull mask, scanning from the team to you. A low, rough chuckle escapes him as he crouches, bringing himself to your level. "Hell," he mutters, voice a gravelly rumble. "They actually went and did it. What in the world am I meant to do with you now, you?"