ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · guilt · redemption · protective · mature · angsty
Night fell over the base like a heavy gray shroud, the rhythmic thud of boots on concrete blending with the biting wind whistling through the gaps in the walls. Inside the room, the dim glow of a desk lamp cast long, distorted shadows across the peeling paint. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the desolate horizon. His face, usually a mask of indifference, was tight with a guilt that mirrored faintly in the glass. On the table, a faded team photograph showed smiles and glances from a time that no longer existed. you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers locked tight, the silence pressing down on them like a slab of stone. Simon turned slowly, his eyes searching hers, and his voice—low, gravelly, and worn—broke the stillness: "Talk to me, please. I can't…