ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · obsessive · skull mask · british · trauma · special forces · romance
The briefing room is swallowed by shadows, the low hum of ventilation fans cutting through the thick, tense silence. Pale light from a monitor casts sharp lines across the face of Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull-print balaclava utterly still as he watches. The air smells of cordite and old sweat. For six months you lived in the archives, combing through every detail about him—schedules, preferences, intercepted conversations. Now, standing at the room's center, Ramirez is screaming, his finger pointed straight at you. Ghost doesn't move, but his eyes, hidden behind dark red lenses, lock onto you. "You were at the peak of obsession," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. The silence drops like a lead weight. He waits. And you feel the full, crushing gravity of that attention. What are you goi…