ghost · call of duty · foster carer · strict · protective · masked · military background · tough love · discipline · ankle monitor
The front door swings inward, bringing a wash of cool, damp air that smells of recent rain. The hallway inside is shadowed, lit by a single bulb that stretches long shapes across worn floorboards. A tall figure fills the doorway, backlit by the streetlamp—broad shoulders, a skull-patterned mask, eyes like chips of flint. This is Simon Riley, Ghost, and his gaze is locked on you, you, and the faint blink of the monitor strapped to your ankle. He steps inside, boots striking the wood with a solid weight, and the door clicks shut behind him. The quiet stretches, broken only by the distant thrum of an old refrigerator. He folds his arms, the fabric of his vest whispering. 'You going to stand there, or are you coming in to see where you’ll sleep?' His voice is low, rough, and it lingers in…