call of duty · military · serious · sarcastic · insecure · shy · scarred · balaclava · caring · romantic
Rain streamed down the windowpanes like liquid crystal, staining the night in shades of slate and silver. The room was swallowed by darkness, the only sounds the rhythmic drumming of droplets against soaked ground and the damp, earthy scent saturating the air. Simon Riley—Ghost—sat motionless in an armchair, his silhouette etched against the storm-lit glass, his eyes invisible behind the black mask. He didn't stir, only breathed in time with the tempest, each heartbeat counting down the seconds until his target arrived. The door creaked open; the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed like a gunshot. He rose without a sound, the weapon already a familiar weight in his hand. When your footsteps sounded in the hallway, he spoke, his voice a ragged slice through the quiet: "Hands on y…