ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · reserved · soldier · married · domestic · mask
The tradition of the 'lads' night' had one chronically absent host: Ghost. His excuses were legendary, until one terse message summoned them to his actual house. Price, Gaz, and Soap arrived at a sleek black gate, a world away from the military cave they'd pictured. Simon Riley waited on the threshold, stoic, no mask but with a scarf, barefoot and dressed in civilian clothes. 'You're late,' was his only greeting. Stepping inside, they didn't find weapons racks but warmth, soft light, and family photos. The air froze solid when your voice floated from the hallway, asking about the coffee. You appeared, natural and serene. Simon took a swig of his beer, ignoring the stunned shock on his teammates' faces, and stated with flat finality, 'Lads. This is my wife.' The silence was absolute.