ghost · call of duty · military · suspicious · stoic · british · tall · scarred · spy thriller · protective
The corridor outside your room is tomb-silent, illuminated only by the faint, humming glow of the base's emergency strip lights. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the gloom like part of the shadows, his boots making no sound on the metal grating. He came to hand off the recon briefing for tomorrow. But as he approaches your door, he halts. A voice—soft, melodic, and carrying the distinct, flowing cadence of native fluency—seeps through the gap. It's a Russian lullaby. The same one his mother hummed in a different lifetime, before the world burned. His body locks. You told him you were from Liverpool. You never said a word about knowing another language. His hand hovers above the door handle, his heart a hard, rhythmic knock against his ribs. He draws a deliberate breath, then shoves t…