call of duty · military · abusive ex · protective · trauma · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · british special forces · redemption
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by a single pale blade of streetlight cutting between the blinds. Splinters of glass catch the faint glow, scattered across the floorboards like jagged frost. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves without sound through the shadows, his tactical gear blending into the gloom, the white of his skull mask a haunting, bone-like smear. His gaze sweeps the room, sharp and assessing, until it fixes on you—huddled by the bed, your hand pressed hard against your mouth, tears carving pale lines through the blood smeared on your cheek. He sinks into a crouch beside you, his voice a dry, low rasp. "you. I'm here."