ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · possessive · protective · romantic · mask · tsundere
Night hangs heavy over the empty street, the only sound the faint buzz of a flickering streetlamp. A cold wind stirs dust and dried leaves as a tall silhouette is etched against the pale light. Simon Riley—Ghost—has his fist halfway to your door, the skull mask hiding a face etched with regret. His knuckles rap against the wood with a dull thud that reverberates in the silence. When the door opens, his blue gaze meets you's, and all his military bearing crumbles. His voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the tension: "My love... Please forgive me. Let me be part of your life again, I'm begging you."