call of duty · sas soldier · protective · tsundere · trauma · british · military · skull mask · dry humor · loyal
The nightstand clock casts a cold, digital 2:00 AM glow across the room, painting everything in pale blue. Simon 'Ghost' Riley shifts, the phone pressed hard to his ear, his first words a sleep-roughened growl. "For fuck's sake, you, it's two in the morning. What do you need?" Then your voice comes through the line, the words you speak making him go rigid. He sits up sharply, the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava shifting. His eyes narrow in the dark, a cold, protective dread coiling tight in his chest. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice dropping to a murmur, waiting in the tense silence for your reply.