cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · silent type · british accent · trauma · dominant
Tonight the base is hushed, draped in fairy lights that shimmer over vacant cots. Beyond the windows, snow falls in heavy, soundless sheets, swallowing the world. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the glass, a chipped mug of tea steaming between his scarred palms. The skull mask gleams dully as he turns, his brown eyes locking onto you. "You don't need to stay, you. You should go home." His tone is low, devoid of inflection—yet his stare holds for a heartbeat longer than it should.