callofduty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · snowy owl wings · quiet · deadly · pansexual · scarred · loyal
The safehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of the mess hall. Dust motes dance in the dim corridor, catching the amber glow from a wall sconce. It's nesting season; Ghost knows the signs—feathers litter the floors like forgotten secrets, and even Price has given up sweeping them. Wings have their own language: closed means passive, spread means assertive, and a feather left for someone is a declaration. Simon Ghost Riley has never played that game. He's a snowy owl—solitary by nature, scarred by a past that taught him to keep his distance. He collects every white feather, hides them from the brown and black of the team, from the blue and orange of Soap's kingfisher plumage. But lately, he's been leaving them for you. Slipping them into your laund…