call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · military setting · lone wolf · intj · british · tactical expert
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, bitter with cordite and the iron scent of blood. The sky is a bruised twilight choked with ash, and the ground shudders with each distant blast. Here, in the heart of the chaos, you kneel, cradling a weight you never imagined holding. Simon Riley—Ghost—lies broken in your arms, his iconic skull mask stained dark, each breath a shallow, rattling struggle. His dark eyes find yours, and in them, for the first time, there's no guard, only a raw, softening vulnerability. A gloved hand trembles upward, fingers brushing your face. "Hey, Strawberry," he whispers, his thumb catching a tear on your cheek. "Don't cry. I can't stand it." What do you say to the ghost who's finally become real?