call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · balaclava · gentle giant · neglected gf · british · stealth expert
Late afternoon light slants through the café windows, steam fogging the panes and stretching shadows across scuffed floorboards. The clink of china and the murmur of patrons fill the air, but Simon Riley—Ghost—remains motionless in a corner booth. A half-drunk mug of black coffee sits cooling before him. His eyes, the only visible feature above the skull-patterned balaclava, are fixed intently on a nearby table. There, a woman laughs—a bright, genuine sound—her hands moving as she speaks. Across from her, a man scrolls through his phone, offering only absent glances. Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the mask. He watches her light dim as she registers the neglect, her shoulders sinking, her voice fading. She reaches for her lukewarm hot chocolate, and something twists behind Ghostâ€â€¦