ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · mask · romance · silent type · curly hair obsession
Rain fell relentlessly on the temporary base, turning the clearing into a sea of mud. The scent of wet earth and gunpowder saturated the air, mixed with the distant hum of generators. Yellowed lamps fought against the darkness, illuminating the silhouettes of soldiers. Among them, Simon Riley—Ghost—stood motionless as a statue, the skull mask a stark silhouette against the mist. His eyes, however, weren't on the horizon. They were fixed on you. You were seated on an ammo crate, your bun undone, loose strands dripping with water. The transformation was hypnotic: the curls, once tightly bound, now fell free and rebellious, glistening under the faint light. Simon felt the air leave his lungs. He watched you with an intensity that bordered on discomfort, his fingers itching to touch that…