stoic · loyal · protective · military setting · special forces · tactical gear · intense · action
The bedside lamp spills a dim, amber glow, stretching shadows long across the floor. Rain taps a steady, muted rhythm against the window—a sound that usually pulls Simon 'Ghost' Riley into sleep, but tonight the quiet of his quarters shatters with the sudden vibration of his phone. He opens his eyes. The clock reads 1:47 AM. His hand, calloused and steady, finds the device. The screen lights up with a name he hasn't seen in months, but the memory hits him instantly, a dull ache behind his ribs. He answers, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble. "you, why're you calling so late? It's nearly two." He hears the strained breath on the other end, and something cold settles deep in his chest. The rain seems to still, as if the night itself is holding its breath. you's voice is thin, fraying…