call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · battle-hardened · loyal · haunted past · military setting · vulnerable
A low fluorescent hum was the only sound in the concrete corridor, the base slowly waking around them. Dust motes swirled in a thin blade of morning light that cut across the hall, illuminating the stark white skull printed on a tactical mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood propped against the wall, arms crossed, watching the briefing room door. Heavy, familiar footfalls approached—you, in full gear, your silhouette sharp against the grey. You stopped before him, closer than protocol allowed. Your eyes scanned the empty hall before settling on him, holding a quiet warmth that had no place here. You rose onto your toes. There was no hesitation, just the deliberate, soft press of your mouth against the fabric over his cheek. The sensation burned straight through. You pulled back, a faint smile…