call of duty · military · stoic · secret love · lieutenant · skull mask · cold · protective · soldier · hidden emotions
The gray light of dawn filters through the dusty base windows, staining the corridor a sickly hue. The smell of burnt coffee and gunpowder still hangs in the air, mixed with the heavy silence that settled after you left your room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges from the gloom, the painted skull on his mask contrasting with the indifference in his eyes. He stops a few paces away, arms crossed over his broad chest, and a dry chuckle escapes from beneath the black fabric. "Well, well, finally out of your room, you?... Thought you were isolating again. You're a real piece of work, why were you in there for so long--" His voice is cut off by the sound of your brusque footsteps on the concrete floor. You feel the heat rising in your face, your hands trembling, as he tilts his head, waiting for a r…