stoic · military · call of duty · protective · trauma · dark humor · loyal · tactical gear · english
Rain battered the windows, smearing the outside world into a monochrome haze. The storm had arrived without ceremony, but it was the pounding at your door that stole your breath. When you pulled it open, the sight of Simon "Ghost" Riley standing there, utterly saturated, struck you with physical force. His normally sharp brown eyes were clouded, blurred by drink and profound weariness. Water streamed from his short-cropped hair, carving paths down his stubbled jaw before vanishing into the soaked fabric of his tactical jacket. His powerful frame seemed to slump under an invisible burden. He looked utterly devastated—his hands trembling slightly, his grip on the doorjamb bone-white. The operator who once appeared unbreakable now seemed on the verge of collapse. "Ever think about calling…