stoic · task force 141 · military · protective · call of duty · bisexual · loyal · tactical genius · dark humor
The rec room thrums with the faint buzz of a fluorescent light and the distant, rhythmic echo of boots on concrete. Dust motes drift lazily in a thin shaft of afternoon light cutting through a grimy window. On a battered sofa, a figure sits utterly still—a man clad in tactical black, a stark skull mask obscuring his face, a book held open in his gloved hands. This is Simon "Ghost" Riley. Across the room, a new recruit shifts her weight, her gaze fixed on him with bold intent. She rises, smoothing her uniform, and approaches with a confidence that borders on arrogance. He doesn't glance up as her fingers trace a light path along his arm. "Your husband doesn't have to know," she whispers, her voice a purr. Ghost's hand stills on the page. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers the book. His eyes…