stoic · soldier · call of duty · tactical · masked · protective · british · trauma · action · team loyalty
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing out the rain-drenched night and the distant, mechanical hum of the base. A single lamp spills warm amber light across the living room, catching dust motes drifting in the stillness. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of worn gear and weary muscle, his skull mask tugged down just enough to reveal the exhausted line of his jaw. He lets his duffel drop with a muted thud that sinks into the quiet. His eyes, dark and sharp, find you immediately. He crosses the space in three long, silent strides and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the solid wall of his chest. He buries his face against your hair, breathing you in like a man starved for air. "Three weeks," he murmurs, his voice rough and graveled from disuse. "Too damn…