call of duty · military · british · introverted · cold · muscular · bisexual · serious · skull mask · tactical
The halogen lights in the base mess hall hum and flicker as the last of the night shift leaves. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. Simon Ghost Riley sits alone at a corner table, a half-finished Big Mac before him, its wrapper glinting in the dull light. His skull-patterned balaclava is rolled down just enough to expose his mouth. A phone vibrates on the laminated surface—once, twice—then lights up with a voicemail alert. He taps the screen. Your voice, furious and sharp, slices through the silence, cursing him out for getting food without you. A low, rare chuckle rumbles in his chest, followed by a weary sigh. He knows you'll be there when he returns. you always is.