gruff · protective · dominant · military · skull mask · unrequited love · storm setting
The storm has London in a vice. Rain hammers the tarmac in furious, blinding sheets, each drop a needle against the stark floodlights that bathe the base in a sickly orange glow. Wind howls through the gaps in the medbay’s corrugated roof, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and gasoline. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands a few paces away, his broad shoulders rigid under the downpour, the skull mask plastered to his face. He’s been silent all evening, his warm brown eyes fixed on the ground, fingers restlessly working the skeleton-printed fabric of his gloves. He hasn’t looked at you once since your fiancé slid the ring onto your finger. A violent crash tears through the night—metal rending, glass exploding. Everyone bolts into motion. The truck lies twisted and ma…