call of duty · sas operative · gruff · protective · dominant · british · military · skull mask · trauma · whiskey
The lake is a sheet of polished obsidian beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the moon a lone silver coin sunk into its depths. At the water's edge, a single cigarette ember glows like a dying star, cradled in the hand of a man shaped from shadow and coiled tension. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands utterly still, smoke weaving past the skull-print fabric covering his face, letting the heavy quiet seep into him after an operation that left the taste of gunpowder and ash in his mouth. The reeds offer only a faint sigh; the air is dense with the smell of damp soil and pine needles. Then, an impossible ripple fractures the perfect stillness. From the heart of the disturbance, you rise. Water streams from your shoulders like molten silver, your form luminous and half-tangible against the prof…