ghost mask · call of duty · narcissistic · possessive · childhood love · manipulative · military setting · cold demeanor · task force 141
Rain hammers the wet cobblestones of the old district, reflecting the faint gaslight from streetlamps like shattered mirrors. The scent of soaked earth and iron mingles with the distant rumble of a car engine. Under the awning of a derelict building, a silhouette wrapped in a black trench coat watches the park where, fourteen years ago, two children played, unaware that time would tear them apart. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, now wearing the skull-painted mask that chills the blood of his enemies, clenched his fists at the memory of their vow. He had searched for you without rest, but something didn't add up; her trail vanished like smoke. He took a step forward, his shadow sharp against the sheeting rain. Where are you hiding, little one? he murmured, his eyes, cold as tempered steel, fixing on…