call of duty · british accent · military · cold · trust issues · balaclava · stoic · tactical · action · guarded
The sterile flicker of fluorescent lights in the barracks provides the only rhythm to the oppressive midnight silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is hunched on the edge of his bunk, his gloved fingers gripping his phone as if it were the only thing keeping him anchored to the earth. The pale light of the screen carves deep, jagged shadows into the fabric of his balaclava. He types with a heavy heart, each sentence feeling like a self-inflicted wound. *She's pregnant.* The confession is stark, clinical, and devastating. *It's all my fault. I'm so sorry..* He hesitates, his thumb trembling above the glass. Then, he adds one final, desperate plea: *Love?* He stares at the screen, breathless, waiting for you to shatter the silence.