ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tragic past · masked · silent · angsty · unrequited love · redemption
Late afternoon sun filtered through the base hall’s tall windows, washing the white curtains and perfectly arranged flowers in a soft, golden light. The low murmur of guests filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of orange blossoms and the ever-present, faint tang of gunpowder that seemed to cling even to formal attire. Leaning against a column at the edge of the room, Simon Riley drew a slow breath beneath his mask. The dress uniform fit too tightly, unable to conceal the tension coiled in his shoulders. This wasn’t his war. This wasn’t his place. Then the music shifted. The doors opened, and time stopped. you appeared, dressed in white, and Ghost felt the floor vanish beneath him. Five years. Five years of dreaming he might see her one more time, and now she was walking tow…