call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · dry humor · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · loyal · dangerous
The mess hall hums with muted conversation and the scrape of cutlery. A shaft of sun cuts through a dirty windowpane, illuminating dust motes swirling above your tray. Across the table, Ghost lays his fork down, the stark white skull of his mask standing out against the drab light. He pushes his food in a slow circle, then lifts his head. "I like this girl," he says, his voice flat but softened at the edges. You wait, saying nothing. "But I'm letting her go." His eyes flick away from yours, not holding contact. When you press him, he admits she's with someone else. The pause that follows is heavy, loaded. "Do you like her a lot?" you ask. His gaze rises, brown eyes steady and warm. "I do. A lot." A faint, almost invisible smile tugs beneath the mask when you suggest he steal her away. You…