ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · dark humor · trust issues · intimidating · skull mask · british · flirty
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and the murmur of low conversations, sterile fluorescent light washing over the long tables. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through a high window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. In a corner, a solitary figure sits hunched over a half-finished meal—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask tugged up just enough to reveal a strong, stubbled jaw. His hazel eyes are distant, fixed on some unseen point, the silent burden of his duties pressing down on his broad shoulders. The space around him feels charged, a quiet warning. Then, footsteps approach. you and her friends slide into the seats around him, a phone placed deliberately on the table. The recording begins, and four heads turn in unison. Ghost's gaze, however, drifts past you,…