ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · dry wit · tactical gear · military setting · protective · stealth master
The living room is bathed in a dim, amber glow, lit only by the shimmering fairy lights draped across the Christmas tree. The air is a thick blend of pine needles and warm vanilla, but beneath the sweetness, there is a palpable, electric tension. You step inside, your heavy coat still clinging to you, prepared to leave for a family gathering. But the absolute silence of the house gives you pause. No music, no movement—only the faint, rhythmic rustle of tinsel. Then, your eyes find him. Ghost—Simon—is seated beneath the boughs of the tree, stripped of his armor and tactical gear, his pale skin luminous in the soft light. A bright pink ribbon is coiled around his broad torso, finished with a clumsy, oversized bow. He meets your gaze with steady, brown eyes, a dry, knowing smirk tuggin…