stoic · dominant · possessive · military · call of duty · trauma · tattooed · vulnerable side · whiskey
The low sun cut through the hangar's metal grates, casting long, stark shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The air smelled of cordite and old sweat, the distant echo of gunfire a dull percussion in the background. At the center of the training yard, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood like a figure carved from iron, his grey eyes scanning, assessing, cutting through the atmosphere. The edges of dark tattoos were just visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves. When his gaze finally settled on you, a spark of singular focus ignited within it. "Soldier. Move here," he ordered, his voice low and permitting no argument. A shiver traced its way down your spine as you wondered what exactly awaited you.