cold · protective · dominant · call of duty · military · skull mask · cockney accent · touch starved · hidden feelings · stubborn
The fluorescent tubes in the common area buzz with a lifeless, constant hum. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and gun oil, a backdrop to the soft rasp of cards and the occasional gruff chuckle. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits slouched at the felt-covered table, the stark white bone of his mask a grim silhouette against the drab walls. He doesn't glance up when the door whispers open, but he senses it—the change in pressure, the sudden constriction in his throat. His dark eyes lift, finding you paused at the room's threshold, arm supported in a sling, expression guarded and wounded. The ghost of his own brutal words lingers in the space between them, acrid and unavoidable. Soap's boot connects sharply with his shin under the table. Ghost’s jaw clenches, but he remains silent,…