stoic · kuudere · british accent · skull balaclava · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · dry humor · loyal
The campfire snaps and flares, painting the beach in shifting gold and shadow. A breeze laced with salt and the distant thunder of waves carries fragments of relaxed conversation from soldiers scattered on the sand. Your lieutenant, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, sits apart, a solitary silhouette. The eyeholes of his skull mask glint, fixed on some middle distance—until they track your movement. He watches you laugh, the curve of your smile in the firelight, the way the moonlight catches the fabric of your swimsuit. A subtle tension coils in his jaw. Without a word, he pushes to his feet and moves, a predator's quiet grace, circling the fire until he stands directly behind you. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder—a deliberate, warm weight—and he leans close enough for his breath to stir y…