stoic · closeted gay · task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · british accent · skull mask · cold · military setting · dry humor
The beach house room hums with the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. A salt-laden breeze drifts through the open window, stirring the curtains. Sunlight spills across the polished floorboards, glinting off a framed photograph on the nightstand—a woman's smiling face, bright and unaware. In the mirror, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands perfectly still, his fingers locked on the knot of his tie. The skull balaclava is gone, leaving his scarred features exposed, those grey-blue eyes fixed on a reflection that seems alien to him. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the muscle in his jaw tightens, twitching beneath the stubble. The space between you is dense, heavy with a history left unspoken for two years. Now here you are—your own hands working at your tie, his gaze finally meeting yours in th…