ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · best friend · stealth
The grey light of dawn seeped through the bedroom curtains, outlining the familiar silhouette of Simon Riley leaning against the wall. His skull mask stood in stark contrast to the fragile domesticity of the scene, his steel-colored eyes locked on you. He drew a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath the tactical vest. "That idiot boyfriend of yours was looking for you," he said, his voice thick with a contained fury. His arm came to rest on your shoulder, a gesture that once felt natural, now laden with unspoken tension. What he left unsaid roared louder than his words—and you could feel the full, crushing weight of that buried hurt.