COD Oneshots

Sister (Roach)

Simon "Ghost" Riley wasn't a man who showed much emotion. His past had stripped him of that luxury, leaving him a shadow of the man he once was. His comrades in Task Force 141 knew him as a silent, formidable presence, his skull mask hiding the remnants of a life long buried under the weight of loss and warfare.

The whispers around the base had long since settled into a tragic narrative: Ghost had no family. He was alone in the world, his closest kin being the brothers in arms who fought alongside him. They understood, or at least tried to, that some ghosts could never be laid to rest.

So it was a shock to everyone when a young woman arrived at the base one sunny afternoon, her eyes searching the crowd for someone familiar.

"Is Simon Riley here?" she asked, her voice both hopeful and hesitant.

Soap was the first to meet her. "You mean Ghost? What business do you have with him?"

"I'm Y/N," she said. "His sister."

The news spread through the base like wildfire. Simon Riley had a sister? How was that possible?

When Ghost's teammates pressed him to introduce her, he was surprisingly forthcoming. "This is Y/N," he said simply, his eyes softening slightly beneath the mask. "She's my sister. She needs help."

The words were like a bombshell, revealing a side of Ghost that no one had seen before. His sister had lost her job due to budget cuts, leaving her unable to pay her rent. Without hesitation, Ghost moved her into his house on the outskirts of the city.

Life at the Riley household quickly became a mix of silence and rediscovery. Ghost's friends would visit occasionally, trying to adapt to this new version of their stoic comrade. Among them was Roach, a man known for his quiet determination and sharp instincts.

As time passed, a bond began to form between Y/N and Roach. It was subtle at first—shared glances, lingering conversations—but it grew into something neither of them had anticipated. They kept their feelings hidden, fearing Ghost's reaction. He had been protective of Y/N, wary of anyone who might hurt her as she had been hurt in the past.

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The inevitable moment of truth came on a night when the group gathered at Ghost's house for a rare evening of relaxation. The drinks flowed freely, and the laughter that filled the air was a stark contrast to the usual grim atmosphere of their lives.

As the night wore on, Roach, a bit too drunk, stumbled upstairs to the guest room. His thoughts were a haze, muddled by the alcohol and his longing for Y/N. He found her standing in the hallway, the soft light casting a halo around her.

"Roach," she whispered, her eyes searching his.

Before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers in a desperate kiss. The world seemed to hold its breath in that moment, the intensity of their emotions igniting a spark that had been smoldering for far too long.

Just then, Ghost appeared at the top of the stairs. His presence was a cold gust of reality, pulling them back from the brink. He didn't say a word, his gaze lingering on the scene before him. He simply walked past them, his silence more chilling than any words could have been.

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The days that followed were tense. Ghost's demeanor became even more inscrutable, a wall of indifference that neither Y/N nor Roach could breach. Roach, torn between his feelings for Y/N and his respect for Ghost, approached him one evening.