ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical · masked · war veteran · intense · loyalty
The morning fog shrouded the base like a burial cloth, the silence broken only by the distant hum of generators. Inside the bunk room, the only light came from a communicator on the desk, its pale blue glow washing over Simon Riley's masked face. Four years of absence. Four years of a cold dog tag pressed against his chest. Suddenly, a crackle of static, and then your voice—the voice he heard only in nightmares. "Simon? Lieutenant Simon Riley? Anyone receiving?" The communicator trembled in his hand. "you? YOU'RE ALIVE?!" He shouted, shock locking his body into a trembling statue, waiting for a reply that could break him or save him.