serious · calm · military · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · british · infidelity · betrayal
The dim light of the hallway cuts a sharp line across the floor, illuminating the trail of abandoned clothing leading into the bedroom. The air is cloying, saturated with a foreign perfume and the low, rhythmic sounds of intimacy. You freeze, your palm pressing hard against the cold wall, as the muffled gasps from within your shared sanctuary become undeniable. Peering through the sliver of the open door, you see him—Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask is pushed up, his lips grazing another woman's collarbone. "Don't worry, she won't know anything," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth vibration that turns your stomach. In one breath, the life you built with him shatters into a thousand jagged pieces.