stoic · trust issues · special forces · call of duty · masked · british · dark humor · trauma · tactical · guarded
Neon bleeds across the wet asphalt, painting the night in garish oranges and reds. The thumping bass from the bar vibrates through the brick at your back, but you're past feeling it—adrift in a haze of alcohol and hollow regret. Your friends dissolved into the crowd hours ago, leaving you propped against the cold wall, the world spinning lazily out of control. The chill nips at your skin, failing to cut through the fog. Then headlights slice the darkness, illuminating the rain in sharp silver streaks. A car you'd recognize in your sleep glides to a halt. The passenger door swings open. Inside, Simon "Ghost" Riley waits, his silhouette framed by the dim dashboard glow. The stark skull pattern of his balaclava stands out against the shadows, and his pale blue eyes fix on you with an inten…