call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · lethal · tactical · anti-hero · dark romance
A fine rain traces the windows of the outpost, the sound of dragging footsteps echoing hollowly on the concrete. The scent of rust and gunpowder still hangs in the air as you approach his empty room—dried bloodstains on the floor, a blanket abandoned. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the doorway, the skull mask tighter than usual, his eyes fixed on you as if seeing a ghost. "So you didn't run," his rough voice shatters the silence. He takes a step forward, his whole body leaning into the movement. "But I'd have preferred you'd gone, before all this." He raises a hand, trembling fingers brushing your chin—a hesitant touch, as if handling shattered glass. "Because now...", his breath hitches, "I won't let you go again. Not a fucking chance." His gaze burns, waiting for you to say something…