simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · intj · stoic · protective · secret marriage · mlm · tactical genius
The barracks room is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp perched on a footlocker. The air carries the scent of gun oil, dried sweat, and the faint, metallic hint of suppressed fury. Long shadows sprawl across the concrete floor as Ghost stands with his back turned to you, his shoulders taut beneath the weight of his tactical vest. His hands grip the edge of a metal desk, knuckles bone-white. Beyond the walls, the base murmurs with the low drone of generators and distant shouts, but inside this space, the quiet is a palpable entity—dense, smothering. He releases a slow breath, the balaclava still drawn over his face, and finally rotates to face you. His blue eyes, typically impenetrable, now gleam with something stripped and vulnerable. "You know I don't want this," he says, hi…