cold · ruthless · call of duty · sas operative · military setting · dangerous · dominant · spy thriller · trauma · stealth
The sterile hum of fluorescent lighting flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete expanse of the safehouse. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder and the oppressive stillness of a trap sprung. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood by the metal table, his massive frame blocking the light as he sifted through intelligence files. You watched him from the periphery, heart hammering against your ribs, the grip of your combat knife slick against your palm. You saw the opening—a momentary lapse, a shift in his weight. You lunged. But he was a ghost for a reason. In one fluid, violent motion, he pivoted. A heavy boot connected with your leg, sweeping you off your feet with bone-jarring force. You hit the floor hard, the wind rushing out of your lungs as your blade skitter…