ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · dark humor · loyal · military setting · skull mask · straight shooter
The sunset bleeds orange and crimson across the Atlantic, painting the waves in fire and honey. Salt spray hangs in the air as you grip the marble balcony railing, knuckles bone-white against the cold stone. Behind you, the mansion buzzes with unfamiliar voices—boots on hardwood, radios crackling, doors opening and shutting. Your father’s sanctuary has become a crime scene. And there, in the shadow of the French doors, he waits. Ghost. Simon Riley. The man who held you through nightmares, who whispered promises against your skin, who taught you how to trust again. Now he stands in silence, the skull mask hiding every tell, every trace of the man you believed you knew. The ocean roars below, but all you hear is the thunder of your own breaking heart. He shifts his weight, boots scuffin…