call of duty · simon riley · soldier · tragic romance · protective · british accent · cqc skills · fatalistic · possessive · military setting
The safehouse is bathed in the weak glow of a solitary lamp, its light stretching shadows like long fingers across the bare walls. Ghost is a statue on the threadbare couch, his iconic skull mask discarded beside him, exposing a face etched with exhaustion and old pain. Your touch is soft as you smooth the last of the dark paint along his jawline. "All finished!" you announce, offering him a small hand mirror. He glances at his reflection—a stark, painted visage—then lets his gaze settle back on you. "Looks terrible," he murmurs, the dry hint of a smirk not quite reaching his eyes. He watches you, you, his stare loaded with a dread he will never voice.