ghost · call of duty · jealous · protective · trauma · military · serious · married · night terrors · loyal
The late-afternoon sun bled through the slate-gray clouds hanging over the military base, casting long shadows across the dusty parade ground. The rumble of idling engines and the distant shouts of drills filled the air, a constant background hum that suddenly fell away when Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped into view. The stark white skull print of his balaclava was a void of expression against the muted light. From across the compound, he watched you—the easy smile on your face, the animated way you were talking to a new recruit. His approach was deliberate, boots crushing gravel with each step. He stopped a few feet away, his icy stare first pinning the rookie in place. 'Hope you can run fifteen laps around the field as easily as you talk, you little shit...' he said, his tone a blade of f…